Maggie, stirring saw her aunt's slender figure and delicate face standing in the snowlight as though she had been truly a saint from heaven.
Maggie's first impulse was to rise up, fling her arms around her aunt's neck and hug her.

Had she done that the history of her life might have been changed.

Her natural shyness checked her impulse.

She got up, the photograph dropped from her hand, she smiled a little and then said awkwardly, "I've been asleep.

Do you want me?
I'll come down." Her aunt drew her towards her.
"Maggie, dear," she said, "don't feel lonely any more.