Lindy rang a small bell that was on a table. In a moment Samanthy entered the room.
"Samantha, please show Mr. Sawyer to mother's room. Will you excuse me, Mr. Sawyer, if I am not here to say good-by to you after you have seen mother? I am going to the city this morning and there—" looking out of the window—"here comes Abner Stiles; he is going to drive me over to Eastborough. Did you ever meet Mr. Stiles, Mr. Sawyer?"
"I may have seen him," replied Quincy.
"Seeing him is nothing," said Lindy. "He must be heard to be appreciated. He is a most engaging talker; he has caught the biggest fish and killed the biggest bears—"
"And told the biggest lies," broke in Quincy,—
"Of any man in town," Lindy concluded.
"I think there is one man in town who can tell bigger ones," Quincy said gravely; "he has been telling a good many lately."
Lindy looked up and smiled. "He will never forgive us for what we did at the concert," said she, "Well, I mustn't keep Mr. Stiles waiting any longer, if I do he may—"
"Try to compete with the other one," added Quincy.
She smiled again, and gave him her little gloved hand, which he took in his for an instant.