CHAPTER XIX.
THE INTERCEDERS.
"Clem!"
The blind child awoke at the touch of his sister's hand on his shoulder, and turned drowsily in his bed.
"Eh? What's the matter?" A moment later he sat up in alarm and put out a hand as if to feel the darkness. "It isn't morning yet!"
"No; but the ground is all covered with snow, and you can't think what funny lights are dancing over it across the sky. I've been watching them for minutes and minutes."
"What sort of lights?"
"I can't tell you, because I never saw the like of them. Sometimes they're white, and sometimes they're violet, and then again green and orange. They run right across the sky like ribbons waving, and once they turned to red and lit up the snow as far as I could see."
"You've been catching your death of cold." Clem could hear her teeth chattering.