"What did you mean, Jan Thoreau, by
running away from me like that?"
"To get even with you for running away from me on the mountain," he
replied quickly.
She paused, the cup half filled, and Jan, looking up, caught her eyes
full of mock astonishment.
"And were you sorry I ran away from you?"
Despite himself, his pale cheeks flushed.
"Do you think I was?" he replied equivocally.
"I--don't--know," she answered slowly, filling his cup. "What are you
going to do to-day, Jan?"
"Drive out on the Churchill trail. Ledoq wants supplies, and he's too
busy with his trap-lines to come in."
"Will you take me?"
"I'm afraid not, Melisse. It's a twelve-mile run and a heavy load."
"Very well. I'll get ready immediately."
She jumped up from the table, darting fun at him with her eyes, and
ran to her room.
"It's too far, Melisse," he called after her. "It's too far, and I've
a heavy load--"
"Didn't I take that twenty-mile run with you over to--Oh, dear! Jan,
have you seen my new lynx-skin cap?"
"It's out here, hanging on the wall," replied Jan, falling into her
humor despite himself. "But I say, Melisse--"
"Are the dogs ready?" she called. "If they're not, I'll be dressed
before you can harness them, Jan."
"They'll be here within fifteen minutes," he replied, surrendering to
her.
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