The air was growing keen and cold.
Later, when they had put their coats on and made comfortable seats beside the fire, Dale came over, apparently to visit them.
"I reckon you can't sleep all the time," he said.

"An' bein' city girls, you'll get lonesome." "Lonesome!" echoed Helen.

The idea of her being lonesome here had not occurred to her.
"I've thought that all out," went on Dale, as he sat down, Indian fashion, before the blaze.

"It's natural you'd find time drag up here, bein' used to lots of people an' goin's-on, an' work, an' all girls like." "I'd never be lonesome here," replied Helen, with her direct force.
Dale did not betray surprise, but he showed that his mistake was something to ponder over.
"Excuse me," he said, presently, as his gray eyes held hers.

"That's how I had it.