not alone
account for her restlessness.

"And there was nothing else?" she said.

"No," said Hetty, a little too decisively. "Of course! Any way, now I have
told you we are not going to worry about these things to-day, and I drove
fast partly because the trail is narrow, and one generally meets somebody
here. Did it ever strike you, Flo, that if there's anyone you know in a
country that has a bridge in it, you will, if you cross it often enough,
meet him there?"

"No," and Miss Schuyler smiled satirically, "it didn't, though one would
fancy it was quite likely. I, however, remember that we met Larry here not
very long ago. That Canadian blanket suit shows you off quite nicely,
Hetty. It is especially adapted to your kind of figure."

Hetty flicked the horses, then pulled them up again, and Miss Schuyler
laughed as a sleigh with two men in it swung out from beneath the trees in
front of them.

"This is, of course, a coincidence," she said.

Hetty coloured. "Don't be foolish, Flo," she said. "How could I know he
was coming?"

Flora Schuyler did not answer, and Hetty was edging her horses to the side
of the trail, in which two sleighs could scarcely pass, when a shout came
down.

"Wait. We'll pull up and lead our team round."

In another minute Grant stepped out of his sleigh, and would have passed
if Hetty had not stopped him. She sat higher than her companion, and
probably knew that the Canadian blanket costume, with its scarlet
trimmings, became her slender figure. The crimson toque also went well
with the clustering dark hair and dark eyes, and there was a brightness in
the latter which was in keeping with the colour the cold wind had brought
into the delicate oval face. The man glanced at her a moment, and then
apparently found that a trace required his attention.

"I am glad we met you, Larry," said the girl. "Flo thanked you the night
you came to Cedar, and I wanted to, but, while you know why I couldn't, I
would not like you to think it was very unkind of me. Whatever my father
does is right, you see."

"Of course," said Grant gravely. "You have to believe it, Hetty."

Hetty's eyes twinkled. "That was very nice of you. Then you must be
wrong."

"Well," said Grant, with a merry laugh, "it is quite likely that I am now
and then. One can only do the best he can, and to be right all the time is
a little too much to expect from any man."

Miss Schuyler, who was talking to Breckenridge, turned and smil