The two met in swift embrace, mingled their tears.
"Oh, Mary, it can't be!" said Annie after a time.

"It will get well, won't it?
Say, now--your eyes will come back, won't they?
How did you get here--what did you do?
And you're married!" "Yes," said Mary Gage, "that's true." "Oh, then," said Annie Squires, pulling herself together with resourcefulness, "that was your husband out in the yard, that fine-looking man! I was in such a hurry.

You lucky thing! Why didn't you tell me more about him, Mary?
He has such a pleasant way.

I don't mind men being light complected, or even bald.

He's fine!" "I think so," said Mary.