She seemed to understand his thoughts, and again her mouth rounded itself into that bewitching red O, which gave to her face an expression of tender entreaty, of pathetic grief that the soft lips were powerless to voice, the words which she wished to speak.

Then, suddenly, she darted a few steps from Howland and with the toe of her shoe formed a single word in the surface of the snow.

She rested her hand lightly on Howland's shoulder as he bent over to make it out in the elusive starlight.
"Camp!" he cried, straightening himself.

"Do you mean to say you're camping out here ?" She nodded again and again, delighted that he understood her.

There was something so childishly sweet in her face, in the gladness of her eyes, that Howland stretched out both his hands to her, laughing aloud.