She felt him try to turn the sledge, but they were going too fast; the light frame canted and turned over, and they rolled off into the snow.

When Grace got up and shook herself, fifty yards lower down, she saw Thorn standing by the righted sledge.

He came to meet her as she toiled back and his eyes sparkled.
"By George!" he said, "you are fine.

You're a thorough sport!" Grace colored.

The compliment was obviously frank and not premeditated; perhaps she deserved it, but she did not want Thorn to praise her.