But it's too early for cold yet.

It's only just in the beginning of November." "The Messenger says they've had a sprinkling of snow." "Oh yes, at St.Barnaby! I don't know when they don't have sprinklings of snow there.

I'm awfully glad we haven't got that winter before us." The widow sighed as mothers do who feel the contrast their experience opposes to the hopeful recklessness of such talk as this.

"We may have a worse winter here," she said, darkly.
"Then I couldn't stand it," said the girl, "and I should go in for lighting out to Florida double-quick." "And how would you get to Florida ?" demanded her mother, severely.
"Oh, by the usual conveyance Pullman vestibuled train, I suppose.

What makes you so blue, mamma ?" The girl was all the time sketching away, rubbing out, lifting her head for the effect, and then bending it over her work again without looking at her mother.
"I am not blue, Alma.