Carley got up. Her bare feet landed upon
the board floor instead of the Navajo rug, and she thought she had
encountered cold stone. Stove and hot water notwithstanding, by the time
she was half dressed she was also half frozen. "Some actor fellow once said
w-when you w-went West you were c-camping out," chattered Carley. "Believe
me, he said something."
The fact was Carley had never camped out. Her set played golf, rode
horseback, motored and house-boated, but they had never gone in for
uncomfortable trips. The camps and hotels in the Adirondacks were as warm
and luxurious as Carley's own home. Carley now missed many things. And
assuredly her flesh was weak. It cost her effort of will and real pain to
finish lacing her boots. As she had made an engagement with Glenn to visit
his cabin, she had donned an outdoor suit. She wondered if the cold had
anything to do with the perceptible diminishing of the sound of the
waterfall. Perhaps some of the water had frozen, like her fingers.
Carley went downstairs to the living room, and made no effort to resist a
rush to the open fire. Flo and her mother were amused at Carley's
impetuosity. "You'll like that stingin' of the air after you get used to
it," said Mrs.
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