'That's right. I was just about to invite you to turn round with us. You see, we are on our way to look at the mine, and, I suppose, we shall have to obtain the consent of the manager before we can do so.' Miss Longworth's companion had emerged for a moment from her wraps and looked at John, but instantly retired among the furs again with a shiver. She was not so young as her companion, and she considered this the most frightful climate she had ever encountered. 'Now,' said John, 'although your sleigh is very comfortable, I think this cutter of mine is even more so. It is intended for two; won't you step out of the sleigh into the cutter? Then, if the driver will move on, I can turn, and we will follow the sleigh.' 'I shall be delighted to do so,' said the young woman, shaking herself free from the buffalo robe, and stepping lightly from the sleigh into the cutter, pausing, however, for a moment, before she did so, to put her own wraps over her companion. John tucked her in beside himself, and, as the sleigh jingled on, he slowly turned his pony round into the road again. 'I have got a pretty fast pony,' he said, 'but I think we will let them drive on ahead. It irritates this little horse to see anything in front of it.' 'Then we can make up speed,' said Edith, 'and catch them before they get to the mine. Is it far from here?' 'No, not very far; at least, it doesn't take long to get there with a smart horse.' 'I have enjoyed this experience ever so much,' she said; 'you see, my father had to come to Montreal on business, so I came with him, as usual, and, being there, I thought I would run up here and see the mine. I wanted,' she continued, looking at the other side of the cutter and trailing her well-gloved fingers in the snow--'I wanted to know personally whether my manager was conducting my property in the way it ought to be conducted, notwithstanding the very satisfactory balance-sheets he sends.' '_Your_ property!' exclaimed John, in amazement. 'Certainly. You didn't know that, did you?' she replied, looking for a moment at him, and then away from him. 'I call myself the Mistress of the Mine.' 'Then you are--you are----' 'Mr. Smith,' said the girl coming to his rescue. There was a moment's pause, and the next words John said were not at all what she expected. 'Take your hand out of the snow,' he commanded, 'and put it in under the buffalo robe; you have no idea how cold it is here, and your hand will be frozen in a moment.' 'Really,' said the girl, 'an employee must not talk to his employer in that tone! My hand is my own, is it not?' 'I hope it is,' said John, 'because I want to ask you for it.' For answer Miss Edith Longworth placed her hand in his. Actions speak louder than words. The sleigh was far in advance, and there were no witnesses on the white topped hills. 'Were you astonished?' she said, 'when I told you that I owned the mine?'