“There’s another month of good weather. And September, Claire says, is the most beautiful of all.”
“That may be, unless Huntington’s right. He told me only yesterday that it’s going to be an early winter. There’s come a chill in the air even since I’ve been here.”
“Nonsense!” she replied, recovering her composure. “I’ll go out with the last stage.”
“And get caught in an avalanche or something!”
“I suppose Seth does want to get rid of me!” she said, with a faint laugh.
“That’s not it at all.”
“Well, I’m not afraid.”
“But suppose you stay too late, and get caught. You’d have to remain here all winter. The Park, Huntington says, is as tight as a jail after the snows come.”
“Claire stays here through the winter sometimes.”