"Even that we hope to make right," replied the major. "I have sent for
Miss Pumfret, and expect she may arrive at The Cedars to-night."
"Good!" exclaimed Tavia, with what might be termed "unholy glee." "Just
let me introduce myself!" and she made a pretense of showing her muscle.
"There's the surrey," announced Dorothy, as Nat drove up. "We walked down,
it was so delightful in the snow. But Aunt Winnie insisted we should not
take out the big sleigh. She says the horses are always so skittish when
first put to the cutter, and she was afraid of some other accident."
Major Dale exchanged some words with old Abe before stepping into the
vehicle that served in place of the Fire Bird.
"The eight o'clock train," Dorothy overheard her father say. "And be sure
to have the light buggy."
"She's coming on the eight," whispered Tavia to Nat. "What do you say if
we waylay them and give her a snow bath to cool her off? I'd just like to
sail into that lady."
Nat did not reply--the major was now in the surrey, and the little horse
started off at a lively trot.
Numbers of cutters and sleighs passed them--every one seemed anxious to
make sure of the first sleigh-ride.
One particularly handsome rig was just approaching.
"Whew!" exclaimed Nat. "Look at Agnes Sinclair--and that's Tom Scott with
her."
It was indeed Agnes and Tom, in a new cutter with waving plumes at the
dashboard, and as the rig passed along, Dorothy noticed that the plumes
just matched Agnes' cheeks.
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