In yards all round cocks were crowing, as, on a mild day in the Canadian March, cocks will crow continually.

Light snow of the last downfall lay on the opposite roofs, and made the hills just seen behind them very white.

The whole winter's piles of snow lay in the ridges between the footpaths and the road.

Had it not been that some few of the buildings were of brick, and that on one or two of the wooden ones the white paint was worn off, the wide street would have been a picture painted only in different tones of white.

But the clothes of the people were of dark colour, and the one vehicle in sight was a blue box-sleigh, drawn by a shaggy pony.
Eliza was conscious of the picture only as one is conscious of surroundings upon which the eye does not focus.