"Of course, if my Princess commands. I'll have it made at once. Can I help about yours?" "Well, you might go to see Nan, and tell her what I want, and she'll get it and send it up here. A shepherdess rig is easy enough, and there's nothing prettier." "It will be lovely. I say, which way do we turn here?" "To go to Hatton's Corners? Oh, to the right." "I think it's the left." "No, it isn't. I remember distinctly, Jim said, be sure to take the right road." "He meant right, not wrong." "Nonsense! he didn't. He meant right, not left. Turn right, Philip." They turned right, into a wide, straight road. The sleighing was fine, though not yet sufficiently packed. But, with the light cutter, and two good horses, they spun along in great shape. "There's something about sleighing that's different from anything else," remarked Patty, with the air of one expounding a great truth. "It's the exhilaration. Spinning along like this, with the snow crunching under us, beats motoring, I think." "Yes; for an occasional ride. But for all the year round, motoring is best." "That's so. Sleighing isn't much fun in July or August." "Huh! don't be silly. But, I say, Philip, where are we? Jim said we'd pass Little Falls, and then we must follow the trolley line all the way to the butter and egg house. I don't see any trolley." "Neither do I, yet. But we'll soon strike it. Ah, here we are!" "No; this is a railroad,--a steam railroad, I mean. Philip, we're off the road." "I think we are. I'm sorry I insisted on turning to the right at that corner." "You _didn't_ insist. _I_ did! But I thought it was right." "It _is_ right, dear. Anything is right, where you are." "You'd better stop talking foolishness, and find the right road." "Oh, if you call that _foolishness_!" "Well, I do! I'd rather you'd get to the egg house and back before it begins to storm. And by the looks of the sky, I'm sure it _is_ going to storm." "Oh, no! nothing like that. But I say! Princess! it's after one o'clock! Now, who would have thought it? And they expect us back to luncheon!" "After one! Oh, Philip, it _can't_ be!" "Yes, it is! Well, Patty Pink, the best thing to do, _I_ think, is to go to that house I see in the dim distance, and ask our way. The last two or three signposts have shown names _I_ never heard of." "I either," said Patty, in a meek voice. "I noticed them, but I didn't say anything, because it's my fault we went astray." "Well, never mind. We're in for a lark, that's all. 'Afar in the desert I love to ride'--what comes next, Patty?" "'With the silent Bushboy alone by my side----'" "Yes, that's it; but thank goodness, you're not silent----" "Nor a Bushboy, either. But I don't like this, Philip. We're----" "We're far frae our hame, and all that. But don't you worry, my Princess. You're with me, and so you're not lost. You know, it's better to be loved than lost."