She became the chaplain's right hand for work among the soldiers' children, and from daybreak until she went to bed at night Anita was ever employed at something and throwing into that something wonderful force and perseverance.

One thing became immediately noticeable to Colonel and Mrs.Fortescue; this was that Anita never spoke Broussard's name from the hour he left Fort Blizzard.
"It is only a girl's fancy; she will get over it," said Mrs.Fortescue to the Colonel.
"She would if she were like most girls, but I tell you, Betty, this child of ours, this devoted, obedient little thing, has more mind, more introspection, than any young creature I ever knew.

There is the making of a dozen tragedies in her." "It is you who are too introspective and too tragic about her," answered Mrs.Fortescue, and the Colonel, recognizing the germ of truth in his wife's words, remained silent for a moment.

Then he said: "It's the sky and the snow and this altitude, and being shut in from all the world that make everything so tense.

On these far-off, ice-bound plains, life is abnormally vivid.