“I don’t care,” said Edwin Dell. “Anywhere. I want to go away . . . away from it all . . . away from this City of Broken Vows.”
The man sold him a ticket to Granville, Ohio.
“Oh, Pa! Oh, Pa!”
“What is it, Mary?”
“There’s a man lying in our wood-shed.”
“Fetch him in, daughter, fetch him in,” said Peter Wood, known in Granville and for miles around as “Big-hearted Peter.”
Presently Mary Wood returned carrying the unconscious form of Edwin Dell in her big strong arms. She was a Greek goddess of a girl, with the brow of Diana, the nose of Minerva, the chin of Venus and the shoulders of Juno. Tenderly she laid Edwin down beside the kitchen stove.
“He’ll be all right when he thaws out,” said the farmer.
“What lovely eyelashes he has,” said Mary Wood.