"I want to take the photographs to those peasants." In half an hours time they were on their way.

It was the same drive as before: and since then, Bernardine had seen more of the country, and was more accustomed to the wonderful white scenery: but still the "white presences" awed her, and still the deep silence held her.

It was the same scene, and yet not the same either, for the season was now far advanced, and the melting of the snows had begun.

In the far distance the whiteness seemed as before; but on the slopes near at hand, the green was beginning to assert itself, and some of the great trees had cast off their heavy burdens, and appeared more gloomy in their freedom than in the days of their snow-bondage.

The roads were no longer quite so even as before; the sledge glided along when it could, and bumped along when it must.