Lindy flushed painfully. "It did drop, Mr. Sawyer, but it rallied again, as you call it, and when they sold out for me I made nearly five thousand dollars; but," and she looked pleadingly up into Quincy's face, "you have forgiven me for that as well as for my other wrong doings."
"For everything up to date," said Quincy, laughing.
At that instant a loud pounding was heard on the floor above.
"Mrs. Putnam is knocking for you," said Lindy. "Miss Pettengill must be ready to go home. Good-by, Mr. Sawyer, and do not forget your unhappy friend."
"I promise to remember her and her quest," said Quincy.
He gave the little hand extended to him, a slight pressure and ran up the stairs. As he did so he heard the parlor door close behind him.
As they were driving home, Alice several times took what appeared to be a letter from her muff and held it up as though trying to read it. Quincy glanced towards her.
"Mr. Sawyer, can you keep a secret?" asked Alice.
"I have a big one on my mind now," replied Quincy, "that I would like to confide to some one."
"Why don't you?" asked Alice.