At first the entire mountain seemed overhung with black, ominous clouds. The great calm preceding a storm filled the atmosphere, making it heavy and foreboding.
"It's just like a heart before a great sorrow, isn't it?" she asked dreamily.
"What is?" asked Cadman vaguely.
"Why, every mountain has a heart, you know," answered Betty. "Now she feels a terrible premonition. Something is wrong. She's brooding over it."
Cadman looked up at the clouds in silence.
A lurid streak of lightning lit up the darkness. Another, and another, each more vivid than the last!
"Look! Her great sorrow strikes her! Lash upon lash! It hurts her—it is so vivid and sharp!"
"Fanciful child!" exclaimed Cadman, following the girl's gaze with interest.
"Suddenly there was a rift in the clouds,—the black masses rolled apart from each other and a soft, snowy cloud appeared.
"Now, what?" asked Cadman curiously.