"
"But, Mr. Marstern, you'll get your feet wet," protested Carrie.
"That doesn't matter," he replied good-naturedly. "I shall be no
worse off than Miss Lottie, and I'm determined to convince her of
safety. Now go straight ahead as I direct."
Once the horse stumbled, and Lottie thought he was going down head
first. "Oh, lift me out, quick, quick!" she cried.
"Yes, indeed I will, Miss Lottie, as soon as we are opposite that
grate fire of yours."
They were soon safely over, and within a half-hour reached
Lottie's home. It was evident she was a little ashamed of her
behavior, and she made some effort to retrieve herself. But she
was cold and miserable, vexed with herself and still more vexed
with Marstern. That a latent sense of justice forbade the latter
feeling only irritated her the more. Individuals as well as
communities must have scapegoats; and it is not an unusual impulse
on the part of some to blame and dislike those before whom they
have humiliated themselves.
She gave her companions a rather formal invitation to come in and
get warm before proceeding further; but Marstern said very
politely that he thought it was too late, unless Miss Carrie was
cold.
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