Spinning in the air were small silver crystals that danced in the winter wind as if with no thought of ever settling down upon the earth.
Driving along the road, Tory Drew felt their light, cold touch on her forehead and cheeks. The warm blood in her rushed up to meet them, her face and eyes glowed.
She was alone and on her way to call upon Memory Frean in her House in the Woods.
An hour before she had been despondent. Now she felt a pleasant rush of excitement and a sense of adventure.
Originally she had not intended to make the little journey alone. At present she was rejoicing in her loneliness.
She had stopped at the shabby old house across from her own to ask Dorothy McClain to accompany her, but finding Dorothy away from home had made no further effort for companionship.
There were other Girl Scouts who would gladly have joined her. Memory Frean was a member of their Council, and during the past summer in Beechwood Forest their own Patrol of the Eagle’s Wing Troop had learned to know her intimately.
Tory’s horse moved slowly and serenely with little urging from her. The tang and beauty of the afternoon occasionally stirred him to small spurts of speed.
Ordinarily Mr. Richard Fenton’s riding horse, only recently Tobias had been broken for driving.
This afternoon he was drawing a newly purchased two-seated sleigh with Tory Drew as driver.