He had leaned close to her and she could see the expression of his face despite the driving snow.
“You—you mean——”
Her tongue faltered and she blushed furiously. Nelson had taken hold of her gloved hand and pressed it closely in his own.
“I meant you, Janice!” he whispered.
Marty, on the front seat, suddenly struck into Hopewell Drugg’s late favorite:
“Jingle bells! jingle bells!
Jingle all the way—
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh-eigh-eigh-eigh!”
They turned into the driveway of the old Day house, and were at home.