"
He bowed his head to her passion and sat in silence, while she raged on.
"Do you know we haven't got ten pounds of flour in the house? And
another blizzard likely? And no butter, either? What y' goin' to do? Let
me starve?"
"I _did_ intend to go over to Bussy's and get back the flour they
borrowed of us, but I'm a little afraid to go out to-day; it looks like
another norther. The wind's rising, and old Tom--"
"But that's just the reason why you've got to go. We can't run such
risks. We've got to eat or die--you ought to know that."
Burke rose, and began putting on his wraps. "I'll go over and see what I
can squeeze out of old lady Bussy."
"Oh, this wind will drive me crazy!" she cried out. "Oh, I wish somebody
would come!" She dropped upon the bed, sobbing with a hysterical
catching of the breath. The wind was piping a high-keyed, mourning note
on the chimney-top, a sound that rang echoing down through every hidden
recess of her brain, shaking her, weakening her, till at last she turned
upon her husband with wild eyes.
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