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The next moment he fell back in amazement before the impetuous rush of a starry-eyed, flushed-cheeked young woman who demanded: "Where is he, Pete?" "Miss Billy!" gasped the old man. Then he saw Aunt Hannah Aunt Hannah with her bonnet askew, her neck-bow awry, one hand bare, and the other half covered with a glove wrong side out.
"Mary, Mary where are you?" he called sharply. Never before had James Wentworth broken the serene calm of his home with a voice like that. "Yes, dear, I 'm here in the dining-room." Mrs. Wentworth's cheeks were flushed, her hair was disordered, and her neck-bow was untied; but she was smiling happily as she hovered over a large table laden with good things and set for six.
Diantha, bonnet crushed, neck-bow askew, and coat torn, was bending over him, calling him frantically by name. Ten feet away the wrecked automobile, tip-tilted against a large maple tree, completed the picture. With a groan Phineas closed his eyes and turned away his head. "She's all stove up an' now you won't ever say yes," he moaned. "You wanted ter ride on an' on furever!"
John could not have told, though her eyes did not swerve from its face for five long minutes. What she did see was a silent, dismantled farmhouse, and a little old man and a little old woman with drawn faces and dumb lips. Was it possible? Had she, indeed, been so blind? Mrs. John rose to her feet, bathed her eyes, straightened her neck-bow, and crossed the hall to Grandma Burton's room.
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