CHAPTER XV.
THE MOONLIGHT.
It was a still, frosty night, with a full moon.

When she reached her chamber, Letty walked mechanically to the window, and there stood, with the candle in her hand, looking carelessly out, nor taking any pleasure in the great night.

The window looked on an open, grassy yard, where were a few large ricks of wheat, shining yellow in the cold, far-off moon.

Between the moon and the earth hung a faint mist, which the thin clouds of her breath seemed to mingle with and augment.

There lay her life--out of doors--dank and dull; all the summer faded from it--all its atmosphere a growing fog! She would never see Tom again! It was six weeks since she saw him last! He must have ceased to think of her by this time! And, if he did think of her again, she would be far off, nobody knew where.
Something struck the window with a slight, sharp clang.