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g her team with her low voice, now restraining them, where their load crowded upon them over slippery, shelving rocks, with strong pulls and sharp command. David marvelled at her serenity under the strain, and at her courage and deftness. With the calmness of the boy nestling at her side, he resigned himself to the sweet witchery of the time and place. Glancing up at the high seat behind him, he saw the child’s feet dangling, and knew they must be cold.

“Why can’t your little brother sit back here with me?” he said; “I’ll cover him with my rug, and we’ll keep each other warm.”

He saw the small hunched back stiffen, and try to appear big and manly, but she checked the team at a level dip in the road.

“Yes, sonny, get ovah theah with the gentleman. It’ll be some coldah now the sun’s gone.” But the little man was shyly reluctant to move. “Come, honey. Sistah’d a heap rathah you would.”

Then David reached up and gently lifted the atom of manhood, of pride, sensitiveness, and affection,