I like them all--but love--no. Love, it
seems to me, must be something very different."
"Yes, I know," sighed Grandma.
When Uncle Tony returned from viewing the wreck he assured his townsmen
that it was a wreck of such beautiful magnitude that traffic on the
Northwestern would be tied up for twenty-four hours. It was feared
that Mr. Ainslee would not be able to get his train and would have to
drive five miles to the other railroad.
However Uncle Tony was reckoning things from a Green Valley point of
view. As a matter of fact the wreckage was sufficiently cleared away
so that the eastbound trains were running on time. It was the
westbound ones that were stalled. The Los Angeles Limited Pullmans
stood right in the Green Valley station. They were still standing
there when Nanny and her father came to take the 10:27 east.
Perhaps nothing could explain so well Nanny Ainslee's popularity as the
gathering of folks who came to see her off.
Fanny had stopped at the drug store and bought some headache pills.
"This excitement and hurry and you not scarcely eating any supper is
apt to give you a bad headache. They'll come handy. And here's some
seasick tablets. Martin says they're the newest thing out. And oh,
Nanny, when you're seeing all those new places and people just take an
extra look for me, seeing as I'll never know the color of the ocean.
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