CHAPTER VI

THE FLIGHT The way back seemed interminable. Eleuthera was thankful when she reached home at last. There she rang for one of the nurses, who were always available if wanted, gave the children into her charge, and went out on the porch to be alone. The sun was just setting. As it rested there on the rim of the horizon it looked like a hole in the sky through which one saw fire. And from the fire came red-gold light which touched the snow and made it glow into semblance of life. Eleuthera let the radiance dazzle her …