"Walk to Bolton? You couldn't." "It's only three miles, and we'd drag each other on my sled." Imogen frowned over a wrong pucker in the crimson tibet, and did not appreciate the absurdity of the last. "I do wish you wouldn't bother me, Matilda," said she. "If I don't get this dress done I can't go to the party to-night. I don't know what mother would say to your going to Bolton any such way." "It wouldn't hurt us a mite. Do let us go, Imogen." "Well, I'll tell you what you can do," said Imogen. "You can walk over there--I guess it won't hurt you to walk one way--and then you can ride home in the stage-coach; it comes over about half-past four. I'll give you some money." "Oh, that's beautiful! Thank you, Imogen," cried Matilda, gratefully. "Well, run along and don't say another word to me," said Imogen, scowling over the crimson tibet. "Wrap up warm." When they started, Matilda insisted upon dragging Comfort first in the sled. "I'll drag you as far as Dr. Hutchins's," said she. "Then you get off and drag me as far as the meeting-house. I guess that's about even." It was arduous, and it is probable that the little girls were much longer reaching Bolton than they would have been had they traveled on their two sets of feet all the way; but they persuaded themselves otherwise. "We can't be--a mite--tired," panted Matilda, as she tugged Comfort over the last stretch, "for we each of us rode half the way, and a mile and a half ain't anything. You walk that every day to school and back." "Yes, I do," assented Comfort. She could not believe that she was tired, either, although every muscle in her body ached. Bolton was a large town, and the people from all the neighboring villages went there to do their trading and shopping. There was a wide main street, with stores on each side; and that day it was full of sleighs and pungs and wood-sleds, and there were so many people that Comfort felt frightened. She had never been to Bolton without her father or mother. "Just look at all the folks," said she. And she had an uncomfortable feeling that they all stared at her suspiciously, although she did not see how they could know about the ring. But Matilda was bolder. "It's such a pleasant day that they're all out trading," said she. "Guess it'll storm to-morrow. Now we want to go to Gerrish's. I went there once with mother and Imogen to buy a silver spoon for Cousin Hannah Green when she got married." Comfort, trailing the sled behind her, started timidly after Matilda. Gerrish's was a small store, but there was a large window full of watches and chains and clocks, and a man with spectacles sat behind it mending watches. The two little girls went in and stood at the counter, and a thin man with gray whiskers, who was Mr. Gerrish himself, came forward to wait upon them. Matilda nudged Comfort. "You ask him--it's your ring," she whispered.