The members of the surprise party thought Strout had forgotten his speech, and cries of “Speech!” “Speech!” “Give us the speech!” fell upon his ear, but no words fell from his lips.  It was a cruel blow, but no crueler than the unfounded stories that he had started and circulated about the town for the past three months.  Those who had thought it was mean not to invite the Pettengills and Mr. Sawyer enjoyed his discomfiture and were the loudest in calling for a speech.

The situation became somewhat strained, and Huldy looked up to Quincy with an expression that seemed to say, How are we going to get out of this?

Quite a number of the party saw this look and immediately began calling out, “Mr. Sawyer, give us a speech!” “A speech from Mr. Sawyer!”

Huldy smiled and nodded to Quincy, and then there were loud cries of “Speech!  Speech!” and clapping of hands.

Abner Stiles got up and gave his chair to Professor Strout, who sank into it, saying as he did so, “I guess it was the heat.”

Quincy stepped forward and bowing to Huldy and then to Mrs. Mason, addressed the party in a low but clearly distinct voice.

“Authorized by these ladies to speak for them, I desire to return sincere thanks for this manifestation of your regard for them.  Your visit was entirely unexpected by Miss Mason and a great surprise to her.  But it is a most pleasant surprise, and she desires me to thank you again and again for your kind thoughts and your good company this evening.  She and her mother join in giving you a most hearty welcome.  They wish you to make yourselves at home and will do all in their power to make the evening a happy one and one long to be remembered by the inhabitants of Mason’s Corner.  The inception of this happy event, I learn, is due to Professor Strout, who for some time, I understand, has been Miss Mason’s music teacher, and the ladies, whose ideas I am expressing, desire me to call upon him to take charge of the festivities and bring them to a successful close, as he is no doubt competent and willing to do.”

Quincy bowed low and retired behind the other members of the party.

Quincy’s speech was greeted with cheers and more clapping of hands.  Even Strout’s friends were pleased by the graceful compliment paid to the Professor, and joined in the applause.

Strout had by this time fully recovered his equanimity.  A chair was placed upon the kitchen table and Abner Stiles was boosted up and took his seat thereon.  While he was tuning up his fiddle the Professor opened a package that one of the girls handed to him and passed a pair of knitted woollen wristers to each lady in the company.  He gave three pairs to Huldy, who in turn gave one pair to her mother and one to Alice.  There were several pairs over, as several girls who had been expected to join the party had not come.

“Now, Mrs. Mason,” said the Professor, “could you kindly supply me with a couple of small baskets, or if not, with a couple of milk pans?”