While the good Craigmiles of Aberdeen were composing themselves to the hopeful view that Ellen's discovery of the date had given them, Larry Kildene and Amalia were seated in a car, luxurious for that day, speeding eastward over the desert across which Amalia and her father and mother had fled in fear and privation so short a time before.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Sometimes I would sit, in the evening, before my toy theatre and, while in the act of composing a play with its doubtful aid, wonder if I were the person who went to the laboratory every morning and worked at chemistry.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Again this wasn't the speech I had been composing.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford