Neither of the young people spoke for some time.

They lay back in the sleigh under the thick robes, listening to the chime of the bells, the squeal of the runners, and the weirdly-sweet distant singing of another sleigh-load of young people far ahead.
Milton pulled Marc down to a slow trot, and, tightening his arm around Bettie's shoulders in a very brotherly hug, said: "Well, I'm glad you and Ed have fixed things up again.

You'd always have been sorry." "It was all my fault anyway," replied the girl, with a little tremor in her voice, "and it was all my fault to-night, too.

I no business to 'a' gone off an' left him that way." "Well, it's all over now anyway, and so I wouldn't worry any more about it," said Milton, soothingly, and then they fell into silence again.
The sagacious Marc Antony strode steadily away, and the two young lovers went on with their dreaming.

Bettie was silent mainly, and Milton was trying to fancy that she was Eileen, and was remembering the long rides they had had together.