"We can't freeze to death even if she is a witch." "For goodness' sake don't say anything about witches so close to her house," gasped Felicity.

"I'll be thankful to get in anywhere." We reached the house, climbed the flight of steps that led to that mysterious second story door, and Dan rapped.

The door opened promptly and Peg Bowen stood before us, in what seemed exactly the same costume she had worn on the memorable day when we had come, bearing gifts, to propitiate her in the matter of Paddy.
"Behind her was a dim room scantly illumined by the one small candle that had guided us through the storm; but the old Waterloo stove was colouring the gloom with tremulous, rose-red whorls of light, and warm and cosy indeed seemed Peg's retreat to us snow-covered, frost-chilled, benighted wanderers.
"Gracious goodness, where did yez all come from ?" exclaimed Peg.

"Did they turn yez out ?" "We've been over to Baywater, and we got lost in the storm coming back," explained Dan.

"We didn't know where we were till we saw your light.
I guess we'll have to stay here till the storm is over--if you don't mind." "And if it won't inconvenience you," said Cecily timidly.
"Oh, it's no inconvenience to speak of.