Big news!

Stella here.
Well, 'twasn't th' best Valentine's Day I've ever spent... what with my nose drippin' an' Harvey snufflin' an' snortin' like a beached whale.
On th' other hand though, I guess it coulda been worse. One Valentine's Day we both musta et somethin' that was a mite "off" an' spent th' whole night tradin' places in th' bathroom.
Everything's relative, I guess.

On th' other hand, even though there's a nasty cold's been makin' th' rounds o' Moose Cove folks, it seems th' course o' true love ain't about t' be put off by a few sniffles. Molly Eldridge, our neighbor down th' road, an' Webb Grant, th' snow plow guy's en-gaged!

She called me up Monday mornin' - Sunday havin' been Valentine's Day an' all - an' informed me that Webb'd come by with a bunch o' posies an' while they was settin' in her kitchen drinkin' tea an' she was tryin' her darndest, she said, not t' hack an' cough, ol' Webb takes her hand an' pops th' question!
Molly said she about fell off her chair.
An' then she sneezed right on him.
Not one o' them little ladylike "achoo's", neither, but a honkin' great SNEEZE!!
I guess he was took aback f'r a second but he just reached in his pocket an' pulled out a kerchief an' handed it to her.
She said she was some glad t' see 'twas a clean one.
So she gave a great blow an' wiped her eyes - which had all teared up - took as deep a breath as she was capable of... an' said Yes.

They was gonna go lookin' f'r a ring t'day, but now Webb's come down with th' cold an' so they're gonna wait till he's feelin' better. She's makin' him some chicken soup an' stoppin' by th' store t' stock up on Kleenex 'fore she takes him th' soup.

Me an' Harvey're feelin' lots better (Thanks, Sylver, f'r the get-well wishes) actually. I guess we'll be back t' normal in a day 'r so.
I'll let y' know how things're goin' here on th' Pier Rd. soon's I get any more news.
Love,
Stella