"It is difficult to believe it, Maud." The girl shook her head reproachfully.

"I know what you mean, and perhaps you are right, for that was what Toinette insinuated," she said.

"She actually told me that I should be thankful I had a brain since I had no heart.

Still, at first I let myself go, and it was delightful--the opera, the dances, and the covered skating-rink with the music and the black ice flashing beneath the lights.

The whir of the toboggans down the great slide was finer still, and the torchlight meets of the snowshoe clubs on the mountain.