“Then why are you out?” asked Faith.
“Pa made me bring you up some herring,” returned Lida. She shivered, coughed, and stuck out her bare feet. Lida was not thinking about herself or her feet, and was making no bid for sympathy. She held her feet out instinctively to keep them from the wet grass around the tombstone. But Faith and Una were instantly swamped with a wave of pity for her. She looked so cold—so miserable.
“Oh, why are you barefooted on such a cold night?” cried Faith. “Your feet must be almost frozen.”
“Pretty near,” said Lida proudly. “I tell you it was fierce walking up that harbour road.”