A growing terror crept into them and culminated in a frightened stare at the clock.
Billy ran then to the great outer door and pulled it open.

A cold wind stung her face, and caused her to shut the door quickly.

Back and forth she began to pace the floor again; but in five minutes she had run to the door once more.

This time she wore a heavy coat of Bertram's which she caught up as she passed the hall-rack.
Out on to the broad top step Billy hurried, and peered down the street.
As far as she could see not a person was in sight.

Across the street in the Public Garden the wind stirred the gray tree-branches and set them to casting weird shadows on the bare, frozen ground.