"Men quarreling."
"Cassandra, will you go?" he asked. "If not, I am off. Jump in behind,
Sam, will you?"
"Go," said Alice; and she ran in for a shawl, which she wrapped round me.
"Alice," said Charles, "you are a silly woman."
"As you have always said," she answered, laughing. "Ward the blows from him, Cassandra."
"It's a pretty dark night for a ride," remarked Sam.
"I have rode in darker ones."
"I dessay," replied Sam.
"Cover your hand with my handkerchief," I said; "the wind is cutting."
"Do you wish it?"