A revolution was going on in Dexie’s mind as the sleigh flew over the level road, and Lancy watched the varying expressions, for he had learned to read her face like an open book.  Checking the speed of his horse, he turned to her and asked if she felt the least cold.

“Not at all, Lancy; the air is just frosty enough to make it enjoyable.”

“The roads are somewhat better than they were last winter when I took you out in the storm.  Will you ever forget it, Dexie?”

“I am never allowed to, it seems; but I wish I could drop that twenty-four hours out of my memory,”—­annoyed that Lancy referred to the time that was associated with his declaration of love.  “I wish you would forget that unfortunate drive and all connected with it.  It is no pleasure to remember how near we came to freezing to death,” she added.

“Well, Dexie, if you will only look at that side of it, why not repay me for the trouble I took for you that night, and do me a favor in return?”

“If any favor I can do will forever relieve me of any obligation I may be under, you have only to name it,” said she coolly, “providing the favor is within reason, though.”

“No, I’ll not ask it, nor put it that way; not for all the concerts that will ever be held!” he hotly answered.  “But, Dexie,” and his voice grew tender again, “if the same motive would move you to grant me this favor that impelled me to save you that night, you would make me very happy.”

“And this favor, Lancy?”

“Remove the anxiety you have caused us all, and overlook what has vexed you, and come with me to the concert.  You know I can’t go without you, and our absence will spoil it.  My wilful Dexie, don’t you think you were rather hasty in your judgment this morning?”

“My judgment don’t amount to much when once my temper is up, as you know very well, Lancy; but I’ll acknowledge that I do feel rather ashamed of myself, for making such a fuss, though I still think it was a shabby trick to advertise me that way.”

“So it was, Dexie; but will you make one shabby trick the excuse for a second?  You will take back your refusal, my Dexie?”

“Well, Lancy, perhaps I would, if it were not too late; but it is too late to repent now, for my dress isn’t ready, and there are endless other matters to see to that would have kept me busy the whole day, so my repentance will do no good.  In fact I haven’t the faintest idea what I did with the purchases I made this morning, unless I flung them into the street as I rushed along.  What a fright I must have looked!  But I don’t believe I met a soul that knew me; that’s one comfort, anyway.”

“Then you would whistle to-night if only your dress were ready?”

“Well, I hate awfully to say it, Lancy, but I do believe I would, for I did not think that my absence would spoil your part of the performance when I spoke so decidedly.”

“Then we will consider the matter settled, for your dress will be ready when it is time to put it on,” and a look of relief spread over his face.  “Mother said she would see about it if you would only go.”