The little play made her laugh till she was as flushed and gay as a
child. Those with whom Evelyn showed herself so delighted became equally
delighted with her, and before the evening was over she was feeling that
she had always known these young friends, had forgotten that she had
ever been an invalid, and was indeed "sparkling," as Carolyn Houghton
had said, in a way that drew all eyes toward her in admiration.
Jeff, indeed, stared at her as if he had never seen her before.
"I'm sure this isn't hurting you a bit," he said in her ear, as the
evening slipped on. "You must be feeling pretty well, for I've never
seen you so jolly. I'm going to do the prescribing after this. I know
what's good for little girls."
"I believe you do," Evelyn answered. "No, I'm not a bit tired. Why, is
it almost eleven?"
"Yes, and time to go, if we live up to our promises. Seems a pity,
doesn't it? But it doesn't pay to break your word, so as soon as you
girls can get into your toggery we'll be off."
"Of course, we must keep our promise," agreed Evelyn, with decision, and
straightway she went up-stairs for her wraps. The other girls followed
more reluctantly.
"'Goodness, girls, look out!" cried somebody from the window. "Did you
ever see it so thick? The barns are just down there, where that glimmer
is, but you can't see them at all."
"All the more fun," said another girl.
"We're pretty far out in the country, and the road's awfully winding. I
hope we get home all right."
"Oh, nonsense!" said some one else, with great positiveness. "I should
know the way with my eyes shut. Besides, it was as clear as a bell when
we came. It can't have been snowing long enough to block things in the
least."
They found it had done so however, when they descended to the sleigh.
That vehicle had been brought close to the porch, that the girls might
not have to walk through the deep snow. The air was so full of the
whirling white particles that from the farther end of the sleigh one
could barely see the horses.
"I declare, I don't feel just easy about you folks starting out," said
the farmer whose guests they had been. "Better watch the road some
careful, you driver. I suppose you know it pretty well."
"He doesn't, but I do!" called a tall youth from the driver's seat.
"I'll keep him straight. We'll be all right. We're due home at midnight,
and we'll be there, unless the roads are too heavy to keep the pace we
came in."
"No, sir, we can't ever keep the pace we come in," presently averred the
man from the livery-stable, who was driving. "The road's pretty heavy. I
declare, I don't know as I ever see snow so thick. Do I turn a little to
the right here or do I keep straight ahead?"
"Straight ahead," answered the boy beside him, confidently. "I've been
over this road a thousand times, and it doesn't bend to the right for
half a mile yet."
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