A DOUBTFUL LOSS When I tried to look out of my window in the morning, I was quite astonished at the state of things.

To look out fairly was impossible; for not only was all the lower part of the frame hillocked up like a sandglass, and the sides filled in with dusky plaits, but even in the middle, where some outlook was, it led to very little.

All the air seemed choked with snow, and the ground coming up in piles to meet it; all sounds were deadened in the thick gray hush, and nothing had its own proportion.

Never having seen such a thing before, I was frightened, and longed to know more of it.
Mr.Gundry had a good laugh at me, in which even Suan Isco joined, when I proposed to sweep a path to the mill, and keep it open through the winter.
"It can be done--I am sure it can," I exclaimed, with vigorous ignorance.

"May I do it if I can?
It only requires perseverance.