“No, sir.”
“How is that?”
“Well, Titus does not care for driving, as you know, and I did not care to ask.”
“But you like it?”
“Indeed I do,” he said, earnestly.
“Then you must often come with me and Bethany. Poor little soul, she is doing penance to-day.”
“Yes, I saw her going for a walk with Jennie, with a very downcast face,” said Dallas with a slight smile. Then he fell into a reverie.
What a happy boy he was! What good fortune had been his when he fell into the hands of this kind, agreeable, yet strong man! How much he admired him! and he stole a glance at the Judge’s quiet face.
They were gliding along over a country road now. How comfortable they were in their luxurious fur-lined seat, with warm robes over them, and their feet on the Judge’s long foot-warmer! The sleigh was an open one, and on each side of them, and before and behind, they had an uninterrupted view of a beautiful, snow-covered country.
Occasionally they met a farmer jogging along on his wood-sled, or going swiftly in a single-seated sleigh behind a substantial, heavy-footed country horse. There were also a few sleighs from the city.