"We shall soon be—home, now!"
"Yes."
"And are you—mine—for ever, and always? Anthea, you—aren't—afraid of me any more, are you?"
"No."
"Nor ever will be?"
"Nor—ever will be."
Now as the car swept round a bend, behold yet two other figures standing beside the way.
"Yo ho, Captain!" cried a voice, "Oh—please heave to, Uncle Porges!"
And, forth to meet them, came Small Porges, running. Yet remembering Miss Priscilla, tapping along behind him, he must needs turn back,—to give her his hand like the kindly, small gentleman that he was.
And now—Miss Priscilla had Anthea in her arms, and they were kissing each other, and murmuring over each other, as loving women will, while Small Porges stared at the car, and all things pertaining thereto, more especially, the glaring head-lights, with great wondering eyes.