Through this exhilarating air Kalman was hurrying home as fast as his sturdy legs could take him.

His fingers were numb handling the coins received from the sale of his papers, but the boy cared nothing for that.

He had had a good afternoon and evening; for with the Winnipeg men the colder the night the warmer their hearts, and these fierce February days were harvest days for the hardy newsboys crying their wares upon the streets.

So the sharp cold only made Kalman run the faster.

Above him twinkled the stars, under his feet sparkled the snow, the keen air filled his lungs with ozone that sent his blood leaping through his veins.
A new zest was added to his life to-night, for as he ran he remembered that it was a feast day and that at his home there would be good eating and dance and song.