"This is a jolly sleigh," he continued with unimpaired cheerfulness.
She thought it comfortable. And for a while the conversation clung so closely around the sleigh that it might have been run over had not he dragged it into another path.
"Isn't it amazing how indifferent railroads are to the convenience of their passengers?"
She turned her blue eyes on him; there was the faintest glimmer in their depths.
"I know you saw me running after that train," he said, laughingly attempting to break the ice.
"I?"
"Certainly. And it amused you, I think."
She raised her eyebrows a trifle. "What is there amusing about that?"
"But you did smile—at least I thought so."