"Just a mood, that was all, looking out over the dreary endless white." "Yes," Frona replied, mastering herself; "I can understand.

There must be much of sadness in such a landscape, only it never comes that way to me.

The sombreness and the sternness of it appeal to me, but not the sadness." "And that is because the lines of our lives have been laid in different places," the other ventured, reflectively.

"It is not what the landscape is, but what we are.

If we were not, the landscape would remain, but without human significance.