At one time my husband and I...

At one time my husband and I joined forces with a friend to drive through France to Switzerland, where we were to meet other travelers. We had two weeks' vacation only, and in the center of France our car broke down. For several days of our short holiday we waited in a small village, telephoning repeatedly to England for the necessary spare parts, which were unprocurable in France.

When they reached us, late one evening, the local garage did the necessary repairs preparatory to our proposed early start the next morning. We were going to have to complete the final lap of our journey, two hundred miles, the next day, if we were to get to our destination at all.

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