Grace was her only companion--Grace sitting serenely braiding an apron for herself, Rose was fathoms deep in "Les Miserables," and Eeny was drumming on the piano in the drawing-room.
There had been a long silence, but presently Grace looked up from her work, and spoke.
"This wintry scene is new to you, Miss Danton.

You don't have such wild snow storms in England ?" Kate glanced round, a little surprised.
It was very rarely indeed her father's housekeeper voluntarily addressed her.
"No," she said, "not like this; but I like it.

We ought to have sleighing to-morrow, if it continues." "Probably.

We do not often have sleighing, though, in November." There was another pause.
Kate yawned behind her white hand.
"I wish Father Francis would come up," she said wearily.

"He is the only person in St.Croix worth talking to." The dark, short November afternoon was deepening with snowy night, when through the ghostly twilight the buggy from the station whirled up to the door, and two gentlemen alighted.