Which way should she go?
Where could she possibly find shelter for the night?
The chill roused her finally and she swung her arms to renew the circulation.

Near by she saw a tree, in the crotch of which reposed a platform, and upon this platform sat a shrine.

A few withered flowers hung about the gross neck of the idol, and withered flowers lay scattered at the base of the tree.

There was also a bundle of dry rushes which some devotee had forgotten.

At least, yonder platform would afford safety through the night.