The snow was getting thick . Could she pull across those black two miles between the Dippers before it got so much thicker that she would lose her way ? Well , she must risk it . She had set the light in the kitchen window ; she must keep it fair behind her and then she would land on the lighthouse beach . With a murmured prayer for help and guidance she pulled staunchly away . It was a long , hard row for the little twelve-year-old arms . Fortunately there was no wind . But thicker and thicker came the snow ; finally the kitchen light was hidden in it . For a moment Mary Margaret 's heart sank in despair ; the next it gave a joyful bound , for , turning , she saw the dark tower of the lighthouse directly behind her . By the aid of her lantern she rowed to the landing , sprang out and made her boat fast . A minute later she was in the lighthouse kitchen . The door leading to the tower stairs was open and at the foot of the stairs lay Uncle George , limp and white . `` Oh , Uncle George , '' gasped Mary Margaret , `` what is the matter ? What has happened ? '' `` Mary Margaret ! Thank God ! I was just praying to Him to send somebody to ` tend the light . Who 's with you ? '' `` Nobody ... I got frightened because there was no light and I rowed over . Mother and Uncle Martin are away . ''
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