was there nothing she could do?There was no one thing..... A light!The engineer would see the light,though shouts would seem no more than a fraint whisper.In the hut she had only half a handle,and if she took that on the line the rain and winds would put it out at once.In her poverty she had neither lamp nor lantern and the winter fires had almost finished the piles of sticks that she had gathered in the woods.