327“Better whoop it right along, John,” advised one of the young men thoughtfully.
“I am not so sure that we shouldn’t be sensible to turn round and call this frolic off for to-night,” John Hardy replied.
There was a chorus of No’s.
“Nonsense, who’s afraid of a little snow? Besides, we’d disappoint the Mortons and Jane’s mother would be frantic if she didn’t come. Don’t crawfish, John Hardy.”
“I’m equal to anything the rest of you are. I merely thought it might be rough on the girls, and occasion some alarm to other fond relatives in town, if we failed to get back to-night.”
“Oh, stop your croaking!”
“There will be no trouble getting back.”
“Of course not, the horses can find the way if we can’t.”
“Here, start something to sing and shut off these ravens!”
The crowd sang lustily for the next twenty minutes, then the snow began coming down steadily and the majority of the young people commenced to disappear under the robes and blankets.