"I wonder it didn't poison you," commented Mrs. Welsh.
"Takes more'n that to poison a student," laughed Albert, as he went out.
The next afternoon he came bursting into the kitchen, where Maud stood with her sleeves rolled up, deep in the dish pan, while Stella stood wiping the dishes handed to her.
"Don't you want a sleigh ride?" he asked, boyishly eager.
She looked up with shining eyes.
"Oh, wouldn't I!—Can you get along, mother?"
"Certainly, child; the air'll do you good."
"W'y, Maud!" said the little girl, "you said you didn't want to when Ed——"
Mrs. Welsh silenced her, and said:
"Run right along, dear; it's just the nicest time o' day. Are there many teams out?"