Tell him he must leave me in peace to-day, or I'll never come." Madelon's voice rose high and strident.

She unfastened her cloak as if it choked her.

Margaret looked at her, her small black eyes peering out wrathfully from her swathing woollens.

She was as much wrapped up on this mild day as she had been when the cold was intense.

A certain dogged attitude towards the weather Margaret Bean always took.