The room felt cold and she shivered, but sat still for a few moments, musing.

The house was quiet and she imagined Mrs.Farnam was asleep; but it was snowing, for she heard the flakes beat upon the window.

Looking round the comfortable room, she thought of the men who braved the rigors of winter in the frozen wilds.

Thirlwell, for example, was bearing such cold as was never felt in South Ontario.
She started, for there was a noise overhead, as if a door had been gently opened, but next moment pulled herself together.

Mabel had not gone to sleep as she had thought, and picking up an electric torch, she put out the lamp.