tengill," said Quincy; "she liked the melody and I thought she would
appreciate it still more if she knew the words."
"Exactly," said Leopold; "that's the reason I don't like opera, I mean
the singing part. All that I can ever make out sounds like oh! ah! ow!
and when I try to read the book in English and listen to the singers at
the same time I am lost in a hopeless maze."
The young gentlemen were soon on their way to their hotel, and the next
afternoon found them again in Boston.
The month of June was a busy, but very enjoyable one, for both Alice and
Rosa. They were up early in the morning and were at work before
breakfast. They ate heartily and slept soundly. Every pleasant
afternoon, when tea was over, they went riding. Tommy Gibson held the
reins, and although Dolly was not yet in her teens, she knew every nook
and corner, and object of interest on the island, and she took a child's
delight in pointing them out, and telling the stories that she had heard
about them. The books that Quincy brought on his last visit were
utilized, and Miss Very made up another list to be sent to him before
his next visit.
The proofs of three more stories Mr. Ernst sent down by mail, and after
correction, they were returned to him in a similar manner. Little Dolly
Gibson was impressed into service as a reader, for Rosa could not read
and correct at the same time, and there was no obliging Mr. Sawyer near
at hand. As Huldy had said, Alice did miss him. It must be said, in all
truthfulness, not so much for himself, but for the services he had
rendered. As yet, Alice's heart was untouched.
When Dolly Gibson showed her mother the money that Miss Very had given
her, at Alice's direction, she was told to take it right back at once,
but Dolly protested that she had earned it, and when her mother asked
her to tell how, the child, whose memory was phenomenal, sat down and
made her mother's hair stand almost on end and her blood almost run cold
with her recitals of the Eight of Spades, The Exit of Mrs. Delmonnay,
and He Thought He Was Dead.
"They are immense," cried Dolly, "they beat all the fairy stories I ever
read!"
In due time another letter was sent to Mr. Sawyer, informing him that
more books were needed, and that more chapters were ready, and on the
morning of the last Sunday in June the young ladies were awaiting the
arrival of Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Ernst.
The morning had opened with a heavy shower and the sky was still
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