THE PLAN WORKS Although the air was bracingly keen the afternoon was calm and the scattered clouds scarcely moved across the sky.

The snow in the valley shone a delicate gray, and soft lights and shadows rested on the hills.

A peak that rose above the edge of the lofty moor gleamed pale-yellow against a background of deep blue.

Grace noted the tranquil beauty of the landscape, but hesitated now and then as she climbed the steep road out of the dale.
She had come to meet Kit Askew, and now she reviewed her reasons for doing so they did not look very sound.

In fact, if Kit approved the plan she meant to suggest, she would perhaps be meddling unjustifiably with her father's business.