I knew you would be.

And I waited--I wanted to do for you--let me!" At once there came back to him the vision of a white-faced woman in the crowd along the river bank, staring at him out of deep, gray eyes under heavy, black brows.
"Mara--Mara!" "Yes, yes--you are so cold!" "But you must not stand so close--see, I am wet--you will be chilled!" "But _you_ are already chilled; your clothes are freezing on you; and you were falling just now.

Can you walk ?" "Yes--yes--my house is yonder." "I know; it's far; it's beyond the square.

You must come with me." "But your house is still farther!" She had started him now, with a firm grasp of his arm, walking beside him in the deep snow, and trying to keep him in the narrow path.
"No--I am staying here with Hubert Plimon's two babies, while the mother has gone to Provo where Hubert lies sick.

See--the light there.
Come with me--here's the gate--you shall be warmed." Slowly and with many stumblings, leaning upon her strong arm, he made his way to the cabin door.