It had hidden itself in its softest snows of white, swathing mist.

Only here and there dark fir-trees showed themselves above it, and now and then the whiteness thinned or broke and drifted.

It was as I had wanted him to see it--just as I had wanted to walk through it with him.
We had met in the hall as we had planned, and, wrapped in our plaids because the early morning air was cold, we tramped away together.

No one but myself could ever realize what it was like.

I had never known that there could be such a feeling of companionship in the world.