You saw at a glance the cultured woman and the patient sufferer.
As her husband spoke a fierce blast of wind drove the fine sand-like snow against the windows, and then went shrieking and roaring away over housetops, gables and chimneys.
"Oh what a dreadful night!" said the lady, leaning forward in her chair and listening to the wild wail of the storm, while a look of anxiety, mingled with dread, swept across her face.

"If Archie were only at home!" "Don't trouble yourself about Archie.

He'll be here soon.

You are not yourself to-night, Fanny." "Perhaps not; but I can't help it.

I feel such an awful weight here;" and Mrs.Voss drew her hands against her bosom.
"All nervous," said her husband.