on said, "There is
something I want to speak about, mother, and yet I don't want to. I know
there is nothing to it and nothing likely to come of it, but the fact
is, mother, Huldy's bein' talked about down to the Corner, 'cause Mr.
Sawyer is boardin' here. You know she goes out ridin' with him, which
ain't no harm, and she has a sort o' broken with 'Zekiel, for which I am
sorry, for 'Zekiel is one of the likely young men of the town."

"So I do, father," said Mrs. Mason, "and if you don't meddle, things
will come out all right. Mr. Sawyer don't care nothing for Huldy, and I
don't think she cares anything for him. He will be going back to the
city in a little while and then things will be all right again."

"Well," said the Deacon, "I think Huldy better stop goin' out to ride
with him anyway; she is high spirited, and if I tell her not to go
she'll want to know why."

"But," broke in Mrs. Mason, "ef you tell him won't he want to know why?"

"Well, perhaps," said the Deacon, "but I will speak to him anyway."

The next morning after breakfast Deacon Mason asked Mr. Sawyer to step
into the parlor, and remarking that when he had anything to say he
always said it right out, he asked Quincy if he was on good terms with
Mr. 'Zekiel Pettengill.

"I don't know," said Quincy. "I don't know of anything that I have done
at which he could take offence, but he keeps away from me, and when I do
meet him and speak to him, a 'yes' or 'no' is all I get in reply."

"Haven't you any idea what makes him treat you so?" asked the Deacon.

Quincy flushed.

"Yes, Mr. Mason, I think I do know, but it never entered my mind until
late yesterday afternoon, and then it was called to my attention by a
stranger. I am glad I have this chance to speak to you, Mr. Mason, for
while I have had a very enjoyable time here, I have decided to find
another boarding place, and I shall leave just as soon as I make the
necessary arrangements."

The Deacon was a little crestfallen at having the business taken out of
his hands so quickly, and saying he was very sorry to have the young man
go, he sought his wife and told her everything was fixed up and that Mr.
Sawyer was going away.

Quincy started to leave the house by the front door; in the hallway he
met Huldy, who had just come down stairs. He had asked her to go to ride
with him that day, and as he looked at her pretty face he vowed to
himself that he would not be deprived of that pleasure. It could