Josephine Chase, Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School
“ The boys were trampling down the fire while the girls began stowing the cups and coffee-pot into a basket. The woods seemed suddenly to have grown very quiet."How still it is," whispered Anne. "I feel as if everything in the world had stopped. There is not a breath stirring.""Perhaps it has," answered Grace. "But we mustn't stop, even if everything else has, now that the fire is out, or we'll freeze to death."She was just about to call the others briskly, for the air was beginning to nip her cheeks, when something in the faces of the four boys made her pause. ”
