We went in. Cole came rushing like a whirlwind. By-and-by they got some warmth into the child, lying so still on the bed; and she was saved.
"Were you cold, dear, in the snow?--were you frightened?" gently asked the mother, when Nettie could answer questions.
"I was very cold and frightened till I heard the angels" music, mother."
"The angels" music?"
"Yes. I knew they played it for me. After that, I felt happy and went to sleep. Oh, mother, there"s nothing so sweet as angels" music."
The "music" had been that of the church bells, wafted over the Ravine by the rarefied air; the sweet bells of Timberdale, ringing in the New Year.
THE END.