Eva talked fast to Andrew, and laughed often and loudly.
Whenever that strident laugh of hers rang out, Mrs.Zelotes Brewster, on the seat behind, moved her be-shawled shoulders with a shivering hunch of disgust.

"Can't you tell that girl not to laugh so loud when we're out ridin'," she said to her son that evening; "I saw folks lookin'." "Oh, never mind, mother," Andrew said; "the poor girl's got a good deal on her mind." "I suppose you mean that Tinny feller," said Mrs.Zelotes, alluding to something which had happened that afternoon in the course of the sleigh-ride.
The sleighing that day was excellent, for there had been an ice coating on the road before, and the last not very heavy snowfall had been just enough.

The Brewsters passed and met many others: young men out with their sweethearts, whole families drawn by the sober old horse as old as the grown-up children; rakish young men driving stable teams, leaning forward with long circles of whip over the horses' backs, leaving the scent of cigars behind them; and often, too, two young ladies in dainty turnouts; and sometimes two girls or four girls from Lloyd's, who had clubbed together and hired a sleigh, taking reckless advantage of their enforced vacation.
"There's Daisy and Hat Sears, and--and there's Nell White and Eaat Ryoce in the team behind," Eva said.
"I should think they better be savin' their money if Lloyd's has shut up," said Mrs.Zelotes, severely.
"We ain't savin' ours, or Andrew ain't," Eva retorted, with a laugh.
"It's different with us," said Mrs.Zelotes, proudly, "though I shouldn't think it was right for Andrew to hire a team every day." "Sometimes I think folks might just as well have a little as they're goin' along, for half the time they never seem to get there," Eva said, with another hard laugh at her own wit; and just then she saw something which made her turn deathly white, and catch her breath with a gasp in spite of herself, though that was all.

She held up her head like a queen and turned her handsome white face full towards Jim Tenny and the girl for whom he had jilted her before, as they drove past, and bowed and smiled in a fashion which made the red flame up over the young man's swarthy cheek, and the pretty girl at his side shrink a little and avert her tousled fair head with a nervous giggle.
Mrs.Zelotes Brewster twisted herself about and looked after them.
"There's John Tibbets and his wife in that sleigh; he's thrown out of work as well as you, Andrew," said Fanny, hastily.

"See that feather in her bonnet blow; it's standin' up straight." But Fanny's manoeuvre to turn the attention of her mother-in-law was of no avail, for nothing short of sudden death could interpose an effectual barrier between Mrs.Zelotes Brewster's tongue and mind set with the purpose of speech.