Margaret Bean put on her little blue shawl and opened it when the shout had been twice repeated.

Old David Hautville sat there in his sleigh, keeping a tight rein on his tugging roan.

"My daughter here ?" he shouted.

"Whoa, there!" "There's sick folks here," said Margaret Bean, shivering in the doorway.

"You hadn't ought to holler so." Her tearful eyes were more frankly hostile than usual.