"You didn't tell the women Annie Quincy lived here, at Bird Song, did you?" she asked.
You told these ladies that this Annie Quincy woman probably lived here in Bird Song?
Son, Annie Quincy lived in a boarding house.
Cynthia followed her husband into the room, holding the Annie Quincy dress in front of her, with a bundle of under garments beneath her arm.
Anne Quincy Martin, after she married the minister fellow.
"Annie Quincy, born again," Fred said.
Did you see how she adopted the Annie Quincy persona?
One minute she's in fear of her life, the next she's enthralled over Annie Quincy, dreaming about life a century ago.
Fred O'Connor beat a hasty retreat out the back door, looking like the Pied Piper with Donnie and Martha tagging behind, the Annie Quincy notebook under his arm.
The sisters Quincy were anything but a matched pair.
Claire Quincy had donned reading glasses and was scrutinizing the letters as Fred O'Connor followed his notes and explained the information on Annie Quincy he had gathered at the library.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
Edward heard the stories from father who heard them from Grandfather Quincy who took copious notes.
Edward is saying the book is 'based on the life of Annie Quincy Martin' just so he can take some liberties with the inconsequential details that have been lost in time.
Besides," he added, glancing at the parlor where the Quincy sisters were still gabbing, "I feel a need to get away from here a bit."
As Ryland closed his door, the Quincy sisters came out of the parlor and began climbing the stairs—Effie with a cheery 'good night Mr. and Mrs. Dean,' and Claire with tight-lipped silence.
He remained too steamed up over the Claire Quincy transactions.
I have to tell you, Mr. Ryland is a damned sight more pleasant than bossy Miss Quincy, the sister from hell.
Most women were putty in the old man's hands, but Claire Quincy had pushed all the wrong buttons and short-circuited his good nature.
"Well, at least now you can forget about Annie Quincy Martin and get on with life," Dean said.
Just then, Claire Quincy descended the stairs on cue.
He stood over Claire Quincy, much too closely.
It was her way of saying that while he might have been somewhat more reserved in his response to Claire Quincy, she was admitting the guest isn't always right.
I'd still bet my last buck Claire Quincy has it in the bottom of her suitcase.
I'd try to smooth over the missing picture with Miss Worthington by telling her about this here notebook, but I can't be sure she'd keep her mouth shut and not blab about it to the Quincy ladies.
"Well," Cynthia said to Fred, "in spite of how obnoxious Claire Quincy is, you ought to let her and her sister know about the notebook.
"We can't be sure Annie Quincy wrote this," Cynthia protested.
"The Quincy family will be devastated," Cynthia said.
And what about the book the Quincy brother is writing?
He'll have to abandon it, if Annie Quincy really is—one of those girls.
Fred had spent his day seeking obituary information on Annie Quincy Martin.
Looks to me like Annie Quincy and Mrs. Martin ain't one in the same for sure.
"She received her mail as 'Annie Quincy,'" Fred noted.
At least she wasn't wearing the Annie Quincy white dress.
"The white dress, blonde hair and her trying to emulate Annie Quincy...it frightens me," Cynthia said with a shudder.
As he spoke, the Quincy sisters entered the front door.
I know we'll probably never learn the answer, but I still can't fathom what could have happened back in Boston to make Annie Quincy desert a comfortable life.
All that Dean could picture in his mind's eye was Annie Quincy, plying her despised trade in a darkened room.
Claire and Effie Quincy led the parade to the table.
The two of them managed to finish attending to the chatting guests, the late rising climbers and the Quincy sisters.
But at least Annie Quincy had one happy day to remember.
So far, this saga of Annie Quincy is going just like we thought.
Just then, Effie Quincy poked her head into the room.
"Only when that Claire Quincy packs up, too," Fred interjected.
Ryland made a beeline for his room, and the Quincy sisters tromped up the stairs, Effie giving a three-finger wave and Claire looking as if she'd punch out the lights of anyone who got in her way.
Effie Quincy stepped into the room, startled when she saw Dean, sitting there in his bathrobe.
As it tolled its final gong, Edith Shipton appeared, in her late night attire— the Annie Quincy white dress—her hair loosened about her shoulders.
The Quincy sisters sauntered down.
After milling about until nearly nine o'clock, the entire group began to trek up to the ice park and, as Claire Quincy put it, view this craziness.
Effie Quincy rushed in the door while Dean was drumming his fingers, listening to waltz music on hold.