The horses were plowing with increasing difficulty through the heavily
drifted roads, and more than once their driver found himself obliged to
make a long detour around a drift which had not been in the road when
they first came over it. Moreover, in spite of the snow, the air seemed
to have grown colder and to be acquiring a penetrating, icy quality
which at last made Jeff declare to Evelyn:
"You may say you're not cold, but I'm going to insist on your letting me
wrap this steamer rug found your shoulders, with the corner over your
head, so. Now doesn't that keep off a lot of wind?"
"Indeed it does, thank you," admitted Evelyn, with a little shiver she
could not quite conceal.
"You _are_ cold!" Jeff said, anxiously.
"No colder than anybody else. Please don't worry about me."
But he did worry, and with reason. Indeed, although nobody was willing
yet to admit it, the situation was becoming a little unpleasant. In
spite of the stout confidence of the boy on the seat with the driver,
others who were somewhat familiar with the road were beginning to
question his leading.
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