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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"


Her gaze was vacantly following the rapidly shifting landscape.
Although the glory from the sky shone on her face the radiance that
glowed there came only from without and was the result of no inward
exultation. Even the gray cottage had assumed a false splendor in the
rosy twilight and was lighted with a beauty not its own.
When the car stopped, Willie clambered stiffly out and he and Bob
helped the women to alight. Then the motor rolled away and they were
alone.
"Well!" burst out Celestina, her pent-up feeling taking vent, "did you
ever know of such a to-do? I've been stiflin' to talk all the way
home! Why, you're goin' to be rich, Delight! You'll be aunts, an'
uncles, an' cousins with them Galbraiths--picture it! Likely they'll
take you to New York with 'em an' to goodness knows where!"
The girl did not answer but moved to Willie's side and slipped her hand
into his, as if certain of his understanding and sympathy.
"You don't seem much set up by your good luck," went on the breathless
Celestina.
"Delight's kinder bowled over by surprise, Tiny," Willie explained
gently.


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