"Oh, thank you so much," said Alice.
At this moment Mandy appeared at the door and announced dinner, and Quincy had the pleasure of leading Alice to her accustomed seat at the table.
"I took the liberty while upstairs," said Quincy, "to glance at a book that was on your bureau entitled, 'The Love of a Lifetime,' Have you read it?"
"No," replied Alice. "I commenced it the night before I was taken sick."
"I shall be pleased to read it aloud to you," said Quincy.
"I should enjoy listening to it very much," she replied.
So after dinner they returned to the parlor and Quincy read aloud until the descending sun again sent its rays through the parlor windows to fall upon Alice's face and hair, and Quincy thought to himself how happy he should be if the fair girl who sat beside him ever became the love of his lifetime.
Alice finally said she was tired and must have a rest. Quincy called Mandy and she went to her room. A few moments later Quincy was in his own room and after locking his door sat down to inspect his plunder.
Alice did not rest, however; something was on her mind. She found her way to the bureau and took up the pictures.