“Oh,” Tavia ejaculated. Then to Bob: “How we are going to ride with milk cans is more than I can see.”
“The more the merrier,” Bob replied, laughing. “I never had a better time in my life. This beats a straw ride.”
“Oh, we have had them too, with Daddy,” she told him. “Doro and our crowd used to have good times when she lived in Dalton.”
“No doubt. This is the farmhouse, I guess,” Bob added, as the sleigh pulled up to a hill.
“Yes, this is Neil’s place,” Tavia said. “And there comes Mrs. Blair with a heavy milk can.”
“Oh, I must help her with that,” offered the young man. “I suppose our driver has to take care of his speedy horse.”
Disentangling himself from the heavy blankets, Bob managed to alight in time to take the milk can from the woman, who stood with it at the top of the hill.
“Oh, thank you, sir!” she panted. “The cans seem to get heavier, else I am getting lazy. But Neil had such a twinge, from this storm, that I wouldn’t let him out.”
“And did you do all the milking?” Tavia asked, as Bob managed to place the can in the spot seemingly made for it, beside Daddy.
“Certainly. Oh, how do you do, Tavia? How fine you look; I’m glad to see you home for Christmas,” Mrs. Blair assured the girl.