"What is it you see, sister?" she asked. "Is there something out there that troubles you?"
Honora lifted a tragic hand and pointed to those darkening snows.
"See how the bergs keep floating!" she whispered. "They float slowly, but they are on their way. By and by they will meet the ship. Then everything will be crushed or frozen. I try to make them stay still, but they won't do it, and I'm so tired--oh, I'm so terribly tired, Kate."
Kate's heart leaped. She had, at any rate, recognized her.
"They really are still, Honora," she cried. "Truly they are. I am looking at them, and I can see that they are still. They are not bergs at all, but only your good mountains, and by and by all of that ice and snow will melt and flowers will be growing there."
She pulled down the high-rolled shades at the windows with a decisive gesture.
"But I must have them up," cried Honora, beginning to sob. "I have to keep watching them."
"It's time to have in the lamps," declared Kate; and went to the door to ask for them.
"And tea, too, please, Mrs. Hays," she called; "quite hot."
"We've been keeping her very still," warned Wander, rejoicing in Kate's cheerful voice, yet dreading the effect of it on his cousin.