"Do you think I was?" he replied equivocally.
"I—don't—know," she answered slowly, filling his cup. "What are you going to do to-day, Jan?"
"Drive out on the Churchill trail. Ledoq wants supplies, and he's too busy with his trap-lines to come in."
"Will you take me?"
"I'm afraid not, Mélisse. It's a twelve-mile run and a heavy load."
"Very well. I'll get ready immediately."
She jumped up from the table, darting fun at him with her eyes, and ran to her room.
"It's too far, Mélisse," he called after her. "It's too far, and I've a heavy load—"
"Didn't I take that twenty-mile run with you over to—Oh, dear! Jan, have you seen my new lynx-skin cap?"
"It's out here, hanging on the wall," replied Jan, falling into her humor despite himself. "But I say, Mélisse—"