“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.”
“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.”