The girl turned back to the fire and put out a little foot for us to see, muffled now in the red folds of the kerchief.

Her thin garments by this time were becoming dry, and her spirits now became more gay.

She fell into a ready comradeship with us.
As she stood at the fire, innocent of its defining light, I saw that she was a beautiful creature, apparently about twenty years of age.

Given proper surroundings, I fancied, here was a girl who might make trouble for a man.

Eyes like hers, I imagined, had before this set some man's heart astir; and one so fair as she never waited long in this world for admirers.
She stooped and spread out her hands before the flames.