Across the Years by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
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"She's all stove up--an' now you won't ever say yes," he moaned. "You wanted ter ride on an' on furever!" "But I will--I don't--I didn't mean it," sobbed Diantha incoherently. "I'd rather have Dolly twice over. I like ter crawl. Oh, Phineas, I hate that thing--I've always hated it! I'll say yes next week--to- morrow--to-day if you'll only open your eyes and tell me you ain't a-dyin'!" Phineas was not dying, and he proved it promptly and effectually, even to the doubting Diantha's blushing content. And there their rescuers found them a long half-hour later--a blissful old man and a happy old woman sitting hand in hand by the wrecked automobile. "I cal'lated somebody'd be along purty soon," said Phineas, rising stiffly. "Ye see, we've each got a foot that don't go, so we couldn't git help; but we hain't minded the wait--not a mite!" The Most Wonderful Woman And a Great Man who proves himself truly great It was Old Home Week in the little village, and this was to be the biggest day. From a distant city was to come the town's one really Great |
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