“Oh—!” she laughed out. “Perhaps so. It doesn’t matter—does it?” She nodded toward the distant peaks of snow—a faint tinge of pink was beginning to rest on them.... “It does not matter!” she said softly.
“No—it does not matter.... But I should like to find it—for you.”
When she looked at him her eyes were full of tears.
“Foolish boy!” she said, “to care—for that!”
“We will go back—if you say so,” he responded. He was watching her closely.
She reached out a quick hand.
“No—Oh, no! We must go on!” she cried under her breath.
He laughed out. “I thought so! You care for it—as much as I do.... Only
“I want to go on,” she said swiftly. “What would the children say—if we should come back now?”
“They would be a little surprised—to see us walk in,” he admitted.