Mary, having accomplished her purpose, swept the whole thing from her
mind and looked about her room with pleasure. The walls were ceiled
with a wood that gleamed like gold in the candle-light, and gave out a
faint scent of the forest. On the bare floor were two or three small
blue rugs, there were pretty blue counterpanes on the beds, and blue
curtains on the small windows. It looked like a young girl's room and
was indescribably sweet and fresh. Her own room at her father's camp,
on another lake many miles away, had been not unlike it. Moreover, it
was pleasantly warm, for the caretaker had made a fire in the furnace
the day before. A window was open and she could hear the soft lap of
the water among the lily pads, but there was no moon and she could see
nothing but a dim black wall on the opposite shore. And the silence!
It might not have been broken since the glacial era, when mighty masses
of ice ground these mountains into permanent form, and the air was
filled with the roaring horrors of desolation. But they had gone, and
left infinite peace behind them. That peace had endured for many
thousands of years and it was unimaginable that any but the puny sounds
of man would disturb that vast repose for thousands of years to come.
The peaks of those old Adirondacks, their quiet lakes, their massive
forests, looked as deathless as time itself. "The Great North Woods"
could not have been more remote from, more scornful of the swarming
cities called civilization, if they had been on another star.
Luxury in camp did not extend to hot water in the bedrooms,
particularly as Mr. Dinwiddie had had no time to assemble a corps of
servants, and as Mary washed her face and hands in what felt like
melted ice, the shock made her tingle and she would have liked to sing.
A deep bell sounded. Doors flew open up and down the corridor, which
was immediately filled with an eager chatter. Rollo Todd stamped down
the stair singing "Oh, Hunger, Sweet Hunger!" The others took it up in
various keys, and when Mary went down a moment later they were all
swarming about the dining-table at the end of the living-room.
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