The familiar sight suddenly seemed to her almost intolerably beautiful.

"Oh, I love him so much!" she said to herself, and her lips actually whispered the words, "so much! so much!" She threw the window high as a reproof of those shivers across the way, and, jumping into bed, hastily sandwiched her small body between the warm bedclothes.

She was almost instantly asleep.
Overhead the faint, but heavy, footfall of Pringle ceased.

The house was silent; the city had become so.

An occasional Madison Avenue car could be heard ringing along the cold rails, or rhythmically bounding down hill on a flat wheel.