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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

"But there warn't
no call for worry this time. I felt mortal certain they'd be heavin'
into sight pretty soon."
"I guess likely now we know they're on the way, we'd better slip home
again," Abbie smiled. "I'd feel silly enough to have 'em find us here."
"Nonsense, Abbie!" said Celestina. "They needn't know you was worried.
Ain't it possible you might have come down here on an errand? Wait
'til they pass and walk back with 'em. What difference does it make if
your dinner is late?"
Abbie hesitated. Her dinner never was late; yet, for that matter, she
never was out visiting her neighbors in the middle of the day, either.
Perhaps, as she had followed one demoralizing impulse and transgressed
all her domestic traditions, the breaking of another did not matter.
"I--s'pose I might wait," she answered. "I'd love dearly to hear what
they'll have to say."
"Oh, do wait, Auntie!" Delight begged. "It won't be long now before
they get here."
"Better stay, Abbie," put in Willie. "Bob an' I won't be inventin'
every day."
"Well," was the half unwilling answer.


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