Rose secluded herself with a book in her room, and Kate was left alone.

She tried to play, but she was restless that morning, and gave it up.

She tried to read.

The book failed to interest her.

She walked to the window, and looked out at the sunshine glittering on the melting snow.
"I will go for a walk," she thought, "and visit some of my poor people in the village." She ran up stairs for her hat and shawl, and sallied forth.