You went straight, and you brought us through.
I'm not hurt.

I was frightened, but I am not hurt." "You've pluck," said Franklin.

Then, scorning to urge anything further of his suit at this time of her disadvantage, though feeling a strange new sense of nearness to her, now that they had seen this distress in common, he drove home rapidly as he might through the gathering dusk, anxious now only for her comfort.

At the house he lifted her from the buggy, and as he did so kissed her cheek.

"Dear little woman," he whispered, "good-bye." Again he doubted whether he had heard or not the soft whisper of a faint "Good-bye!" "But you must come in," she said.
"No, I must go.