“So it would, my dear, and that is the reason why I bought the sleigh; which, besides, I thought would be useful this winter.”
“Oh, yes, indeed, so it will. And we are both so fond of sleighing. We shall have some fine sleighing together,” she said.
He made no reply to the observation, for he knew full well that he should have no time to realize her anticipations.
“Don’t you remember, Alick, the fine sleigh rides we used to have in the Christmas holidays, when you used to come home to spend them; and when you used to take Miss Anna out, and always insist that your ‘child,’ as you called me, should go along, too? Do you remember, Alick?”
“Yes, little Drusa, quite well,” he answered gravely, and with some emotion, as he tenderly smoothed her hair with his hand.
“Oh, can I ever forget all your kindness to me from that time to the very present? Can I ever do too much—can I ever do enough for you?”
“Poor little Drusa!” he murmured.
“But there, your hands are warm now, and I will set the supper on the table,” said the busy little housewife.
When Alick was warmed and fed, and comforted and satisfied, he turned from the table and the fire towards his little wife, and said:
“Well, Drusa, as I had the sleigh I thought I might as well bring something home in it besides myself. So I walked into several of the book stores and picked up the best of the new books that are published.”