A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



he echoed the very words I had used when in 

 another mood. 



&quot; It is going to be awfully jolly,&quot; he said, &quot; to 

 be snowed in. We can heap up our logs. No 

 one will interrupt us, and you can put on your 

 slippers, and read me all the books that you 

 promised.&quot; 



&quot;Perhaps,&quot; I said, &quot;it will turn to rain. I 

 don t think it will snow long. It is coming down 

 too thick.&quot; 



Then we stood at the window and \vatched it 

 with entirely unlike feelings. &quot; Oh, yes, it will,&quot; 

 he said, with something like eager delight. &quot; See, 

 the hickory stump is all covered already. Maybe 

 we ll have to stay indoors for a month,&quot; and he 

 actually clapped his hands. I heard a responsive 

 rap of a tail somewhere on the floor. It was a 

 dog s way of applauding. 



There was something accusative in that dear 

 boy s gladness at being shut in with me for a 

 month. Such loyalty as that, springing from a 

 simple, satisfied affection,, made my manhood 

 blush. 



&quot; Charlie,&quot; I said, &quot; I don t think it is snowing 

 so thick and fast now. Doesn t it look as if the 

 flakes are smaller ? &quot; 



&quot; No ; they are bigger. Wouldn t it be fun if 

 it kept on all day and all night ? Gracious ! it 

 would be up to the windows.&quot; 



&quot; We couldn t walk to the railroad station 

 through this very well,&quot; I remarked meditatively. 



&quot; Oh, yes, we could,&quot; said exultant young Faith. 

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