"Why, what more could you ask? You wouldn"t have me wipe it _six_ times a day, would you?"
"I wonder it didn"t poison you," commented Mrs. Welsh.
"Takes more"n that to poison a student," laughed Albert, as he went out.
The next afternoon he came bursting into the kitchen, where Maud stood with her sleeves rolled up, deep in the dishpan.
"Don"t you want a sleigh-ride?" he asked, boyishly eager.
She looked up with shining eyes.
"Oh, wouldn"t I! Can you get along, mother?"
"Certainly, child. Go on. The air will do you good."
"W"y, Maud!" said the little girl, "you said you didn"t want to when Ed--"
Mrs. Welsh silenced her, and said:
"Run right along, dear; it"s just the nicest time o" day. Are there many teams out?"
"They"re just beginning to come out," said Albert. "I"ll have a cutter around here in about two jiffies; be on hand, sure."
Troutt was standing in the sunny doorway of his stable when the young fellow dashed up to him.
"Hullo, Uncle Troutt! Harness your fastest nag into your swellest outfit instanter."
"Aha! Goin" t" take y"r girl out, hey?"
"Yes; and I want to do it in style."
"I guess ol" Dan"s the horse for you. Gentle as a kitten and as knowin"
as a fox. Drive him with one hand--left hand." The old man laughed till his long, faded beard flapped up and down and quivered with the stress of his enjoyment of his joke. He ended by hitching a vicious-looking sorrel to a gay, duck-bellied cutter, saying, as he gave up the reins:
"Now, be keerful. Dan"s foxy; he"s all right when he sees you"ve got the reins, but don"t drop "em."
"Don"t you worry about me; I grew up with horses," said the over-confident youth, leaping into the sleigh and gathering up the lines. "Stand aside, my lord, and let the cortege pa.s.s. Hoop-la!"
The brute gave a tearing lunge, and was out of the doorway before the old man could utter another word. Albert thrilled with pleasure as he felt the reins stiffen in his hands, and saw the traces swing slack beside the thills.
"If he keeps this up he"ll do," he said aloud.
As he turned up at the gate Maud came gayly down the path, m.u.f.fled to the eyes.
"Oh, what a nice cutter! But the horse--is he gentle?" she asked, as she climbed in.
"As a cow," Albert replied.--"Git out o" this, Bones!"
The main street was already filled with wood sleighs, bob-sleds filled with children, and men in light cutters, out for a race. Laughter was on the air, and the jingle-jangle of bells. The sun was dazzling in its brightness, and the gay wraps and scarfs lighted up the scene with flecks of color. Loafers on the sidewalks fired familiar phrases at the teams as they pa.s.sed:
"Step up, Bones!"
"Let "er _go_, Gallagher!"
"Get there, Eli," and the like.
But what cared the drivers? If the shouts were insolent they laid them to envy, and if they were pleasant they smiled in reply.
Albert and Maud had made two easy turns up and down the street when a man driving a span of large Black Hawk horses dashed up a side street and whirled in just before them. The man was a superb driver, and sat with the reins held carelessly but securely in his left hand, guiding the team more by his voice than by the bit.
"_Hel_-lo!" cried Bert; "that looks like Brann."
"It is," said Maud.
"Cracky! that"s a fine team--Black Hawks, both of them. I wonder if ol"
sorrel can pa.s.s "em?"
"Oh, please don"t try!" pleaded the girl.
"Why not?"
"Because--because I"m afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid something "ll happen."
"Something _is_ sure to happen; I"m goin" to pa.s.s him if old Bones has any _git_ to him."
"It"ll make him mad."
"Who mad? Brann?"
"Yes."
"Well, s"pose it does, who cares?"
There were a dozen similar rigs moving up or down the street, and greetings pa.s.sed from sleigh to sleigh. Everybody except Brann welcomed Albert with sincere pleasure, and exchanged rustic jokes with him. As they slowed up at the upper end of the street and began to turn, a man on the sidewalk said, confidentially:
"Say, cap", if you handle that old rack o" bones just right, he"ll distance anything on this road. When you want him to do his best let him have the rein; don"t pull a pound. I used to own "im--I know "im."
The old sorrel came round "gauming," his ugly head thrown up, his great red mouth open, his ears laid back. Brann and the young doctor of the place were turning together, a little farther up the street. The blacks, responding to their driver"s word, came down with flying hoofs, their great glossy b.r.e.a.s.t.s flecked with foam, their jaws champing.
"Come on, crow-bait!" yelled Brann, insultingly, as he came down past the doctor, and seemed about to pa.s.s Albert and Maud. There was hate in the glare of his eyes.
But he did not pa.s.s. The old sorrel seemed to lengthen; to the spectators his nose appeared to be glued to the glossy side of Brann"s off black.
"See them blacks trot!" shouted Albert, in ungrammatical enthusiasm.