Louie, with her head against the stable-door, and her eyes shut, went on convulsively sobbing, while Tibby sniffed about her for sympathy.

And the bitter wind coming from the Scout whistled through the yard and seemed to cut the shivering child like a knife.
'I'll mak a clunter agen th' window wi some gravel,' said David at last, in desperation.

And he picked up a handful and threw it, first cautiously, then recklessly.

Yes!--at last a hand moved the blind--a hand the children knew well, and a face appeared to one side of it.

Hannah Grieve had never looked so forbidding as at that moment.