If she did not go on the sleigh-ride she would only be obeying Miss Blake's injunction. There was no credit or virtue in that. There might be some satisfaction in denying one's self a pleasure if one felt one were independent, and that what one did was self-abnegating and laudable. But if one acted under compulsion--! Pooh! Nan guessed Miss Blake thought she was a mere child to be ordered about like that. And yet, with all this, there was a strange unfamiliar tugging at her heart to confess herself willing to obey. She actually had to make an effort to keep from doing so. She scarcely knew how it happened, but all at once she became conscious that she had shaken herself together and that she was saying, in no very gracious voice to be sure, but still that she was saying, "Well, if you will have it your own way, you will I suppose. There! I promise you I won't go on the sleigh-ride. Now, does that satisfy you?" Miss Blake took her hand from Nan's hair so hastily that the girl lifted her head in astonishment. But the governess had neither the air of being angry nor of being wounded as she feared. She simply rose and said in quite a matter-of-fact tone as she turned toward the door: "I demanded no promise of you, Nan, and I give you back your word. Moreover, I entirely recall my injunction. Do as you please. If you decide to go you will neither be disobeying my order nor breaking your own promise. You are quite free and untrammeled, my dear." Nan sprang to her feet. "Huh!" she cried in an exasperated manner, "I know what you mean! You mean I am quite free to go and--take the consequences. That's what you mean." Miss Blake paused but made no reply. "But suppose there aren't any consequences?" pursued Nan, biting her lip and scowling darkly from between her knitted brows. Miss Blake turned her head. "There are always consequences," she said over her shoulder in a voice that was very low and serious. CHAPTER XVI THE SLEIGH-RIDE The storm lasted for three days and then came a term of perfect weather. Under foot the snow was packed hard and tight into a compact mass over a bed of ice, and overhead the sun shone out from a cloudless sky, while the air was so keen that it kept the mercury very close to the zero mark even at midday. "How is this for high?" demanded Ruth exultantly, as she and Nan met toward the end of the week, the first time they had seen each other since that stormy day when the subject of the sleigh-ride had first been broached to Miss Blake. "The weather, you mean? Oh, perfectly fine!" responded Nan. Ruth drew a step nearer to her.