The things we do!

Then I pulled out my own from under the front seat,
taking care to keep the border out of sight lest she should recognize it.
"Oh, what a blessing!" cried Fruen. "Why, where was it?"
"Under the seat here."
"Well.... Of course, I might have borrowed some more rugs from the
vicarage, but the poor souls would never have got them back again....
Thanks; I can manage ... no, thank you; I can manage by myself. You can
drive on now."
I closed the carriage door and climbed to my seat.
"Now, if she knocks at the window again, it's that rug," I thought to
myself. "Well, I won't stop...."
Hour after hour passed; it was pitch dark now, raining and snowing harder
than ever, and the road growing worse all the time. Now and again I would
jump down from the box and run along beside the horses to keep warm; the
water was pouring from my clothes.
We were nearing home now.
I was hoping there would not be too much light when we drove up, so that
she recognized the rug. Unfortunately, there were lights in all the
windows, waiting her arrival.


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