At the last moment Charlotte had thought of the
automobile headlight, and this, hurriedly filled and lighted, streamed
out over the snow as the three jumped into the sleigh. All were warmly
dressed, and Charlotte had brought many extra wraps, as well as a supply
of medicines for a possible emergency of which she did not like to
think.
"Julius Caesar, but this is a night!" came from between Just's teeth, as
the sleigh reached the end of the suburban streets and made the turn
upon the open country road. He clutched at his cap, pulling it still
farther down over his ears. "What a change in six hours!"
"This is a straight nor'easter," answered Doctor Churchill, slapping
hands already chilled, in spite of his heavy driving gloves. Then he
turned his head. "Can't you keep well down behind us, Charlotte?" he
called over his shoulder.
"I'm all right!" she called back. One had to shout to be heard in the
roar of the wind.
After that nobody talked, except as Just from time to time offered to
drive, to give Andrew's hands a chance to warm. That young man, however,
would not give over the reins to anybody.
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