ld she knew.
Well, it was better so.

She wondered what had become of Frank. Surely on a day like this there
could be nothing to do outside; and even if there were, nothing so
imperative as to take him away before he had had his breakfast. She felt
a little hurt at his leaving without a word.

Evidently, he expected to return soon, however. The table was laid for
two. She felt her face crimson as she saw that there was but one cup
left. One of them must drink from one of those horrible tin cans. She
did not ask herself which one it would be.

Partly to occupy herself and to take her thoughts away from the
recollection of the events of the evening before, and partly prompted by
a desire to have everything in readiness against her husband's return,
she busied herself with the preparations for breakfast.

There were some eggs and a filch of bacon which they had brought from
Winnipeg. She would make some toast, too. Very likely he didn't care for
it, they certainly never had it at Gertie's, but in _her house_---- She
smiled to think how quickly, in her mind, she had taken possession.

She was just beginning to think that she had been foolish to start her
cooking without knowing at all when he was going to return, when she
heard a great stamping and scraping of feet outside, and in another
moment Frank's snow-covered figure darkened the doorway.

"Getting on with the breakfast? That's fine!" he called.

"It's quite ready: wherever have you been? I wouldn't have imagined that
anyone could find a thing to do outside on a day like this."

"Oh, there's always something to do. But I just ran up to the Sharps'
for a minute. I knew old mother Sharp wouldn't keep her promise about
coming down to-day. She's all right, but she does hate to walk."

"Well, I'm sure I wouldn't blame anyone for choosing to stay indoors a
day like this. But what did you want to see her in such a hurry for?"

"Oh, nothin' particular; I sort of thought maybe you wouldn't mind
having a little milk with your tea on a gloomy morning like this," he
said shamefacedly.

"That was awfully good of you; thank you very much," she said with real
gratitude, as she thought of him tramping those two miles in the
blinding storm.

"Do you think we are in for a blizzard?" she asked when they were at the
table. To her unspeakable relief, she found that the one cup was
intended for her; he had waved her toward the one chair, apparently the
place of honor, content