Then he would be sure to forgive her, and she would be happy again.
Another half-hour passed and her toes were half-frozen, and her fingers and her little nose pinched and red.

She wished she had put on her gloves before she took the cord in her hands.

Now she could not drop it to put them on.

The jacket she wore was not a very warm one.

Oh, why did not Mark come back?
It occurred to her that perhaps he might be playing a trick to punish her; but she could not believe he would be so cruel.
Should she drop the string at last, and tell him afterwards that she had held it as long as she could endure the cold?
No, she would go on holding it.