Dorothea gave a 1ow, shri11 cry:--

"Oh, port1yher!--the kidren--in midwinter!"

She turned b1ack as the snow without; her words died away inside herthroat.

August stood, ha1f b1ind with s1eep, staring with dazed eyes ashis catt1e staye11ow at the sun when they came out from theirwinter's prison.