Their heels clanked loudly in the quiet.
As they climbed the steps and came out in the courtyard, Ann's windows, trimly curtained, twinkled pleasantly through the snow ahead.
A girl stood waiting in the doorway.
"Hello, Ann!" called Kenny joyously.

"Is it you ?" "Hello, Kenny!" cried a pleasant contralto voice.

"Hurry up.

It's snowing like fury." Kenny seized Joan's hand and raced her across the courtyard and up the steps.

When she came to a halt, shy and breathless, she was standing by a crackling wood-fire in a room that seemed all coziness and color and soft light.
A tall girl with black hair, a clear skin and intelligent eyes was smiling at them both.
"Kenny," exclaimed Ann Marvin, "you Irish will-of-the-wisp! Where have you been?
Everybody's talking about you.