Then he flung himself upon
his bed and slept like a dead man.
When he awoke, she seemed to be a living presence in his room. He
gasped, and sat with his hands between his knees, staring at her
almost unbelievingly. He looked at the Red Admiral above his
signature, and fetched a great, sighing breath.
"We've done it at last, by God!" said he, soberly. "Fairy, we've
reached the heights!"
But when he appeared at the breakfast-table Grandma Baker regarded
him with deep concern.
"My land o' love!" she exclaimed. "Why, you look like you been
buried and dug up!"
"Permit me," said he, politely, "to congratulate you upon your
perspicacity. That is exactly what happened to me."
"Eh!" said Grandma, setting her spectacles straight on her old nose.
"And let me add: It's worth the price!" said the resurrected one,
genially. "Grandma Baker, were _you_ very much in love?"
"Abner tried his dumdest to find that out," said Grandma Baker. "He
was the plaguedest man ever was for wantin' to know things, but
somehow I sort o' didn't want him changed any.
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