“I closed your window. You may bathe and dress down here.”
“B-r-r-r! I can see my own breath when I breathe!”
“Come down and dress by the kitchen range,” repeated her mother. “I’ve warm water all ready for you.”
The brassy light behind the trees was becoming golden; slim bluish shadows already stretched from the base of every tree across frozen fields dusted with snow.
As usual, the lank black cat came walking into the room, its mysterious crystal-green eyes brilliant in the glowing light.
Listening, the child heard her father moving heavily about in the adjoining room.
Then, from below again:
“Ruhannah!”
“I’m going to get up, mother!”
“Rue! Obey me!”