She lay very
still a while, looking with puzzled eyes at her strange surroundings,
enjoying the huge fire, wondering at that curious rocking. Then,
glancing at the big brown head beside her, where Prince sat on an
overturned bucket with her hand in his, she closed her eyes again,
still puzzled, but content.
Long minutes afterward she spoke.
"Are you cold, Prince?"
He tightened his clasp on her hand.
"No."
"How did you ever make it?"
"The train came along and we got on. Now we are thawing out," he
explained, smiling reassurance.
"I do not remember it. I only remember that I was stuck in the snow,
and that you did not leave me."
"Here comes some more coffee, lady," said the brakeman, coming up.
Connie drank it gratefully and sat up.
"Where are we going?"
"To Fort Morgan."
"Want any more blankets or anything?" asked the brakeman kindly. "Are
you getting warm?"
"Too warm, I will have to move a little."
Prince helped her gently farther from the roaring flames, and again
pulled his bucket close to her side. He placed his hand in her lap and
Connie wriggled her fingers into his.
Suddenly she leaned forward and looked into his face, noting the steady
steely eyes, the square strong chin, the boyish mouth.
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