gave a sharp exclamation, and Bella gently removed the
handkerchief. The small figure moaned and moved its head. The lids of
her eyes were swollen and discolored.

"Snow-blind," echoed Bella.

"A bad case," said Hugh. "Get her some soup, Bella, and--perhaps, hot
water--I don't know." He looked up helplessly.

Bella went to the kitchen. She had regained her old look of dumbness.
Beside the figure on the floor Pete touched one of the girl's small
clenched hands. It was like ice. At the touch she moaned, and Hugh
ordered sharply: "Let her alone." So the boy dragged himself up again
and stood by the mantel, watching Hugh with puzzled and wondering eyes.

"Think what she's been through," Hugh murmured, "that little delicate
thing, wandering for two days, out in this cold--scared by the woods,
blinded by the pain, starving. When I found her, you'd have thought
she'd be afraid of a wild man like me, but she just lifted up her arms
like a baby and dropped her head on my shoulder. She--she patted my
cheek--"

Bella brought the soup, and Hugh, raising the small black head on the
crook of his arm, forced a spoonful between the clenched teeth. The girl
swallowed and began again to whimper: "Oh, my eyes! My eyes! They hurt
me so!" She turned her face against Hugh's chest and clung to him.

"They'll be better soon," he soothed her; then fiercely to Bella: "Can't
we do something? Don't you know what to do?"

Again Bella went to the kitchen, moving like an automaton. Hugh coaxed
and murmured, feeding the girl in spite of her pain. He managed to force
a little of the soup down her throat, and a faint stain of color came
back to her lips and cheeks. Bella presently reappeared with salve and
lotion, and Hugh helped her hold the swollen lids apart, his big hands
very skillful, while she gently washed out the eyes. Then they put the
salve on her sun-scorched face. She sighed as though in some relief, and
again snuggled against Hugh.

"Don't go away, please," she pleaded in a sweet trickle of voice. "I'm
scared to feel you gone. You're so warm. You're so strong. Will you talk
to me again, please? Your voice is so comforting, so beau-ti-ful."

So Hugh talked. The others drew away and watched and listened. They did
not look at each other. For some reason Pete was ashamed to meet Bella's
eyes. As usual, they were the audience, those two. They sat, each in a
chair, the width of the room apart; below them, his grizzled head and
warped f