want him to lie as sheltered as possible."

After he had been laid at rest, and she
was back, busy with tidying her neglected
shack, she fell to crying so that the children
were scared.

"There's no one left to care what becomes
of us," she told them, bitterly. "We might
starve out here for all that any one cares."

And all through the night her tears fell,
and she told herself that they were all for the
man whose last thought was for her and her
babies; she told herself over and over again
that her tears were all for him. After this
the autumn began to hurry on, and the snow
fell capriciously, days of biting cold giving
place to retrospective glances at summer.
The last of the vegetables were taken out of
the garden and buried in the cellar; and a
few tons of coal -- dear almost as diamonds
-- were brought out to provide against the
severest weather. Ordinarily buffalo chips
were the fuel. Catherine was alarmed at
the way her wretched little store of money
began to vanish. The baby was fretful with
its teething, and was really more care than
when she nursed it. The days shortened,
and it seemed to her that she was forever