On the principle that adventures are to the
adventurous, her life should have been a whirl of hairbreadth escapes.
But what happened? She took all sorts of chances without anything coming of
it. Her pirate fiance was the nearest approach to an adventure she had
flushed, and this pink-and-white chit of a married schoolgirl had borrowed
him for the most splendid bit of excitement that would happen in a hundred
years. She had been spinning around the country in motor-cars for months
without the sign of a blizzard, but the chit had hit one the first time. It
wasn't fair. That was her blizzard by rights. In spirit, at least, she had
"spoken for it," as she and her brother used to say when they were children
of some coveted treasure not yet available. Virginia was quite sure that if
she had seen Waring Ridgway at the inspired moment when he was plowing
through the drifts with Mrs. Harley in his arms--only, of course, it would
have been she instead of Mrs. Harley, and he would not have been carrying
her so long as she could stand and take it--she would have fallen in love
with him on the spot.
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