"It helps me too much," said Ellen; "I wish it wouldn't be quite so very kind. Why, Miss Alice, I have enough to do to hold myself together, sometimes. It almost makes me run, though I am so very tired." "Well, it is better than having it in our faces, at any rate. Tired you are, I know, and must be. We shall want to rest all day tomorrow, shan't we?" "Oh, I don't know!" said Ellen, sighing; "I shall be glad when we begin. How long do you think it will be, Miss Alice, before we get to Mrs. Van Brunt's?" "My dear child, I cannot tell you. I have not the least notion whereabouts we are. I can see no way-marks, and I cannot judge at all of the rate at which we have come." "But what if we should have passed it in this darkness?" said Ellen. "No, I don't think that," said Alice, though a cold doubt struck her mind at Ellen's words; "I think we shall see the glimmer of Mrs. Van Brunt's friendly candle, by-and-by." But more uneasily and more keenly now she stove to see that glimmer through the darkness; strove till the darkness seemed to press painfully upon her eyeballs, and she almost doubted her being able to see any light if light there were; it was all blank thick darkness still. She began to question anxiously with herself which side of the house was Mrs. Van Brunt's ordinary sitting-room; — whether she should see the light from it before or after passing the house; and now her glance was directed often behind her, that they might be sure in any case of not missing their desired haven. In vain she looked forward or back; it was all one; no cheering glimmer of lamp or candle greeted her straining eyes. Hurriedly now from time to time the comforting words were spoken to Ellen, for to pursue the long stretch of way that led onward from Mr. Van Brunt's to Miss Fortune's would be a very serious matter; Alice wanted comfort herself. "Shall we get there soon, do you think, Miss Alice?" said poor Ellen, whose wearied feet carried her painfully over the deepening snow. The tone of voice went to Alice's heart. "I don't know, my darling; — I hope so," she answered, but it was spoken rather patiently than cheerfully. "Fear nothing, dear Ellen; remember who has the care of us; darkness and light are both alike to Him; nothing will do us any real harm." "How tired you must be, dear Miss Alice, carrying pussy!" Ellen said, with a sigh. For the first time Alice echoed the sigh; but almost immediately Ellen exclaimed in a totally different tone, "There's a light! but it isn't a candle — it is moving about; what is it, Miss Alice?" They stopped and looked. A light there certainly was, dimly seen, moving at some little distance from the fence on the opposite side of the road. All of a sudden it disappeared. "What is it?" whispered Ellen, fearfully. "I don't know, my love, yet; wait" — They waited several minutes.