234 The Lady of Snow.

head. Then Eleanor running to the house, re-
turned with a handful of cranberries. Two were
pressed firmly into the head for eyes. A third she
squeezed hard, rubbing the red juice on the firm
white cheeks, which blushed astonishingly beneath
her touch. Four cranberries placed side by side
made the soft red mouth of this wonderful snow-
lady, and then I wish you could have seen
her. Eleanor again ran to the house, and got a
summer gardening hat, and an old red shawl,
which shawl had long been regarded as the cat's
undisputed property—but the poor lady's need
was great. The straw hat was placed on her
head, and the faded green strings tied under her
chin, and the little girl smiled, well pleased at the
fiery, blushing face before her. Perhaps the lady
had reason to blush, for as yet, poor thing, she was
entirely unclothed. But Eleanor quickly remedied
that by folding the warm shawl tenderly about the
slender figure, crossing and pinning it in front.
Just as she did this, a gentle voice said:

“Thank you, dear.” She turned but saw no
one,