"Yes, even those two."
"I can't quite believe that," said the little woman.
"Wait and you'll see."
Then they stood quiet, until a cold wind, coming down the gorge, smote them bitterly.
"We must go in," Alva said, regretfully; "the wind comes so strongly here."
They turned and were only a few steps on their way when Alva stopped suddenly.
"Do you believe in signs?" she asked.
"Why—I don't know."
Alva put both hands up to her head. "That cold wind was a sign," she said, her voice trembling. "Oh, I feel so strangely. Something strong and fearful is sweeping into my life to-night."
In her heart she hoped that it was only the shock of learning that Lassie loved.