“I wish John were here.”

“I don’t think we have anything to fear in his absence from men whose only wish is to get away from us.  If it is a question of propriety, my dear Kate, surely there is the presence of mother to prevent any scandal—­although really her own conduct with the wounded one is not above suspicion,” she added, with that novel mischievousness that seemed a return of her lost girlhood.  “We must try to do the best we can with them and for them,” she said decidedly, “and meantime I’ll see if I can’t arrange John’s room for them.”

“John’s room?”

“Oh, mother is perfectly satisfied; indeed, suggested it.  It’s larger and will hold two beds, for ‘Ned,’ the friend, must attend to him at night.  And, Kate, don’t you think, if you’re not going out again, you might change your costume?  It does very well while we are alone—­”

“Well,” said Kate indignantly, “as I am not going into his room—­”

“I’m not so sure about that, if we can’t get a regular doctor.  But he is very restless, and wanders all over the house like a timid and apologetic spaniel.”

“Who?”

“Why ‘Ned.’  But I must go and look after the patient.  I suppose they’ve got him safe in his bed again,” and with a nod to her sister she tripped up-stairs.

Uncomfortable and embarrassed, she knew not why, Kate sought her mother.  But that good lady was already in attendance on the patient, and Kate hurried past that baleful centre of attraction with a feeling of loneliness and strangeness she had never experienced before.  Entering her own room she went to the window—­that first and last refuge of the troubled mind—­and gazed out.  Turning her eyes in the direction of her morning’s walk, she started back with a sense of being dazzled.  She rubbed first her eyes and then the rain-dimmed pane.  It was no illusion!  The whole landscape, so familiar to her, was one vast field of dead, colorless white!  Trees, rocks, even distance itself, had vanished in those few hours.  An even shadowless, motionless white sea filled the horizon.  On either side a vast wall of snow seemed to shut out the world like a shroud.  Only the green plateau before her, with its sloping meadows and fringe of pines and cottonwood, lay alone like a summer island in this frozen sea.

A sudden desire to view this phenomenon more closely, and to learn for herself the limits of this new tethered life, completely possessed her, and, accustomed to act upon her independent impulses, she seized a hooded waterproof cloak, and slipped out of the house unperceived.  The rain was falling steadily along the descending trail where she walked, but beyond, scarcely a mile across the chasm, the wintry distance began to confuse her brain with the inextricable swarming of snow.  Hurrying down with feverish excitement, she at last came in sight of the arching granite portals of their domain.  But her first glance through the gateway