"Astor M'Kree has been hauling timber or something over here to-day.

I wonder how he managed it ?" called out Katherine, as her father's pace on the well-packed snow quickened, while she flew after him and the dogs came racing on behind.

He shouted back some answer that was inaudible, then raced on at a great pace.

Those last two miles were pure enjoyment all round, and when they drew up before the little brown house of the boatbuilder, Katherine was sparkling, glowing, and rosy, with a life and animation which she never showed indoors.
Mrs.M'Kree was a worn-looking little woman, with three babies toddling about her feet, and she welcomed her visitors with great effusiveness.
"Well, now, I must say it is right down good of you to get through all this way on the very first fine day.

My word, what weather we've been having!" she exclaimed.