They all knew her, for who did not know Jacob Welse's daughter?
The Virgin dropped the mustard-spoon with a startled shriek, while Cornell, passing a dazed hand across his yellow markings and consummating the general smear, collapsed on the nearest stool.
Cariboo Blanche alone retained her self-possession, and laughed softly.
Bishop managed to articulate "Hello!" but was unable to stave off the silence which settled down.
Frona waited a second, and then said, "Good-evening, all." "This way." Vance had recovered himself, and seated her by the stove opposite Blanche.

"Better get your things off quickly, and be careful of the heat.

I'll see what I can find for you." "Some cold water, please," she asked.

"It will take the frost out.
Del will get it." "I hope it is not serious ?" "No." She shook her head and smiled up to him, at the same time working away at her ice-coated moccasins.

"There hasn't been time for more than surface-freezing.