CHAPTER VI.
ROSE'S ADVENTURE.
December wore out in wild snow-storms and wintry winds.

Christmas came, solemn and shrouded in white; and Kate Danton's fair hands decorated the little village church with evergreens and white roses for Father Francis; and Kate Danton's sweet voice sang the dear old "Adeste Fideles" on Christmas morning.

Kate Danton, too, with the princely spirit that nature and habit had given her, made glad the cottages of the poor with gifts of big turkeys, and woolly blankets, and barrels of flour.

They half adored, these poor people, the stately young lady, with the noble and lovely face, so unlike anything St.Croix had ever seen before.

Proud as she was, she was never proud with them--God's poor ones; she was never proud when she knelt in their midst, in that lowly little church, and cried "Mea culpa" as humbly as the lowliest sinner there.
New-Year came with its festivities, bringing many callers from Montreal, and passed; and Danton Hall fell into its customary tranquillity once more.