Midnight
It was a scene of peace and seclusion , a regular fairy-land nestling there in the wilds . Even the storms of winter could not affect the place , for besides the sheltering trees which surrounded it on all sides , the frowning ridge of the Golden Crest formed a mighty barrier to the rear . But Glen noticed none of these things , for something else occupied her mind this evening . She had remained silent since leaving the store , but now that the house was in sight , she halted Midnight at the edge of the woods and looked at her Indian companion . `` Is daddy home yet ? '' she asked , speaking in the rhythmical native language with which she was so familiar . `` Not home , '' was the brief reply .