The Old Gray Homestead

You’ll make me cry if you talk to me like that! she said quickly. Oh, Austin, I’ve countless things to say to you, but first of all I want to tell you that I’ll never leave you like this again, that it’s–just as real as I am, that you can have just as many days as you care to now, and that I’ll spend them all showing you how much right you have! And she threw her arms around his neck and drew his face down to hers, oblivious alike of Andre on the front seat and all the passing crowds on Fifth Avenue.