Arthur Sullivant Hoffman, McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 4… (1905)
“ I was late to the Cross-roads and was so glad to see your auto that I climbed in, waiting for you. I never dreamed it was any but you that run and jumped in the front seat and went off with me. Another auto chased us and was catching up—whether they was after him or me I don't know, but I bet Miss Edith had n't peached—when our tire burst and he got out and told me not to be scared. I knew it wasn't your voice back of his goggles, though he was much your size. He thought I was some one else, too, for he sort of gasped “Good God! Who are you?” ”
