THE SNOW 
tion of gardening for the less Imaginative one of 
taking care of the furnace, stamped the snow from 
his boots and said stoutly: “Now we are in for a 
good long spell of rough weather.*’ 
He said this so buoyantly that It seemed as if he 
were quite pleased with the prospect. 
Joseph’s one idea when he saw the snow was to 
get out Into It, to make It Into snowballs, and to fire 
them at the clothes-posts for lack of any more vital 
objects. He arranged that, later, our horse should 
be harnessed to Aunt Amanda’s old sleigh, and 
ransacked the garret for robes and bells. He was 
joyous and alive to the pleasure of the snow, and I 
wondered he did not fret and fume at being shut 
up In school while the earth wore this wonderful 
white covering. 
I felt more timid with the snow. It gleamed so 
white and was so cold. As soon as Joseph had 
gone to school with Ben and Harry, I returned to 
the house, keeping my eyes away from the win- 
dows. With the snow had come a restlessness. I 
could not read or think of my music, but wandered 
from room to room. Mrs. Keith came and said 
she would teach me how to make mince pies. I 
was only spared this ordeal by the ringing of the 
front door bell and the blustery appearance of Mr. 
Hayden. He wore a great fur coat and a fur 
cap, and to his beard the snow was clinging. 
“A day like this makes me feel young again,” he 
