She stamped her numb feet desperately.

She beat herself pitilessly with her stiff hands.

She set forth on a run towards Kingston, and quickened her blood a little in that way, although she panted and fairly gasped for breath.
She drew a sigh of relief when she gained the last rise in the road, and the town of Kingston lay before her a mile in the valley.

It was growing dark and the village lights were coming out when she had passed the straggling farms and come into the little centre of the town where the stores, the meeting-houses, and the tavern were grouped.
The village main street looked almost deserted.

There was only one sleigh in sight, drawn up in front of the store.