CHAPTER XIX.

’MID SNOW AND SUNSHINE After breakfast next morning, while Darville was busy writing in his room, Carina, as he now called her, knocked and entered. She crossed to where he sat at his table and, bending, kissed him fondly. He turned and saw that she was wearing one of her smart ski-ing costumes, a dark blue coat and breeches, with scarlet tam-o’-shanter, stockings, gloves, and scarf to match. Her merry face, with its dark fringe of shingled hair beneath her jauntily-set cap, gave her an almost rakish appearance. “I…