Carley was awakened by rattling sounds in her room.

The raising of sleepy eyelids disclosed Flo on her knees before the little stove, in the act of lighting a fire.
"Mawnin', Carley," she drawled.

"It's shore cold.

Reckon it'll snow today, worse luck, just because you're here.

Take my hunch and stay in bed till the fire burns up." "I shall do no such thing," declared Carley, heroically.
"We're afraid you'll take cold," said Flo.