“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.

She ran out quickly and got into the team, which immediately drove off.  Samanthy, who had been waiting impatiently in the hallway, ushered Quincy into an upper chamber, where sat Mrs. Putnam.  Her husband was reclining on a lounge near the fire.

[Illustration:  “Samanthy green,” As she appears in the play.]

“Well, I am awful glad to see yer,” said Mrs. Putnam.  “Silas here hasn’t been feelin’ fust rate for more’n a week.  He’s most frozen to death all the time.  So I got him up front of the fire, same as I used to roast turkeys.  Set down, Mr. Sawyer, and tell me all the news.  Have you heerd anybody going to git engaged or anybody going to git married?  I heerd as how you had left Deacon Mason’s.  So you ’cided to take my advice.  I’m kinder sorry you tipped the buggy over, for Huldy Mason’s a nice girl.  The fact is I was thinkin’ more of her than I was of you, when I told yer you’d better git out.  Where be yer boardin’ now?”

“I am boarding at Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill’s.  His sister has got home and his Uncle Isaac has come back to live with him.”

“Lord sakes, do tell!” said Mrs. Putnam.  “I allus thought that old fool would die out there in the woods and they’d bury him in his chicken coop.  But what on airth is Alice home for?  Has she lost her job?”

“No,” replied Quincy; “poor girl, she has almost lost her sight.  She has been very sick, and as a result she is almost blind, and had to give up work and come home.”

Mrs. Putnam sank back in her chair.

“If I didn’t think you were a truthful man, Mr. Sawyer, I wouldn’t b’lieve a word you said.  My poor Alice.  Why, do you know, Mr. Sawyer, I never saw a human being in all my life that I liked so much as I have Alice Pettengill.  Did you ever see her, Mr. Sawyer?”

“No,” said Quincy, “she only arrived yesterday afternoon, and she did not appear at supper nor at breakfast this morning.  She was tired and wished to rest, her brother told me.”