"I will, some day, Aunt Ella. You are the best friend I have in the world, and when I have the right to bring Alice to you, I will lose no time in doing so. Thank you for your kind words about her. I shall never forget them, and she shall hear them some day. But I must go now."
They both arose, "Promise that you will come and see me every time you are in Boston, Quincy; if you don't, I shall come down to Eastborough to see you."
She gave him another kiss at parting.
As he left the house he deliberated for a moment as to where he should go next. It was half-past four. He decided to go to Leopold's lodgings in Chestnut Street. He found him at home, but for a wonder he was not working.
"This is an off day with me," he explained; "this is our haying season, and I've been working nights, days, and Sundays for a fortnight."
"I came to express Miss Pettengill's obligations and thanks for your kind and very successful efforts in her behalf."
"Oh! that's all right," said Leopold. "By the way, have you told her she ought to write a book?"
"Not yet," said Quincy; "but I'm going to soon. She has just lost a dear friend; but I won't forget it."
"Don't!" repeated Leopold. "She is a diamond that ought to be dug up, cut, and set in eighteen carat gold. Excuse my apparently brutal language, but you get my meaning."
"Certainly," said Quincy; "and you are not working to-day."