'No, I woan't!--I woan't!' The last words rose to a shriek, as David tried to persuade her to go into the stable, and let him make her a bed in the straw.

He stood looking at her in despair.

They had always supposed they would be locked out; but surely the sleepers inside must hear the dogs.

He turned and stared at the house, hungering for some sign of life in it.

Uncle Reuben would hear them--Uncle Reuben would let them in! But the blinds of the top room never budged.