"I rode Prince Charlie down. He is a good traveller, and the sleighing will be fine if the snow be not too deep. The old sleigh is in being yet, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes in good order. Ellen? what are you looking so grave about? you are going? too."
"I?" said Ellen, a great spot of crimson coming in each cheek.
"To be sure; do you think I am going to leave you behind?"
"But"
"But what?"
"There won't be room."
"Room in the sleigh? Then we'll put John on Prince Charlie, and let him ride there, postilion fashion."
"But Mr. Humphreys?"
"He always goes on horse-back; he will ride Sharp or old
John."