Henrietta was laughing. "Will you race, Mr. Torrington?" she asked.
"Oh, no," Dick repeated, as solemnly as before. "I have no such intention. Of course, this horse is young and full of spirits and I may not be able to control him. But my intentions are irreproachable."
Henrietta laughed again. "Oh, I hope so," she said, somewhat ambiguously.
Another cutter, the occupant of which had been waiting impatiently until Dick should go, drew up beside the Hazens'. The aforesaid occupant had eyes for but one person.
"Won't you come with me, Sally?" He did not mean that the wrong one should be foisted upon him.
Sally smiled gently and shook her head. There were so many things she had to deny him! "Thank you, Eugene. I shall join Uncle John as soon as he comes down—as soon as I see him."
"Well, see him from my sleigh, then. The view is as good as from yours. Isn't it a little crowded?"
Sally shook her head again.
"Won't you come?" he persisted.
Sally sighed. "No, I thank you, Eugene. I will stay until I see Uncle John."