person weeping in the sorrow that convulsed him, or her, that the jingling of the bells as the horses shook their heads or the voices of those in the pung did not attract attention.
Jaroth stood in the snow and neither advanced nor retreated. It really did seem as though he was afraid to approach nearer to the hut on the mountain-side!
"That is a girl or a woman in there," Bob declared.
"Huh!" exclaimed Bobby sharply. "It might be a boy. Boys cry sometimes."
"Really?" said Timothy. "But you never read of crying boys except in humorous verses. They are not supposed to cry."
"Well," said Betty, suddenly hopping out of the sleigh, "we'll never find out whether it is a girl or a boy if we wait for Mr. Jaroth, it seems."
She started for the door of the hut. Bob hopped out after her in a hurry. And he took with him the snow-sovel Jaroth had brought along to use in clearing the drifts away if they chanced to get stuck.
"You'd better look out," said Jaroth, still standing undecided in the snow.
"For what?" asked Bob, hurrying to get before Betty.
"That crying don't sound natural. Might be a ha'nt. Can't tell."
