You know what she said." Caleb, as he shelled the corn with the pottering patience of old age and constitutional slowness, glanced now and then at his daughter in the window.

He thought she looked very badly, and he had all the time lately the bewildered feeling of a child who sees in a familiar face the marks of emotions unknown to it.
"Don't you feel as well as common to-day, Rebecca ?" he asked once, and cleared his throat.
"I don't feel sick, as I know of, any day," replied Rebecca, shortly, and her face reddened.
As she sewed she looked out now and then at the wild December day, the trees reeling in the wind, and the sky driving with the leaden clouds.

It was too cold and too windy to snow all the afternoon, but towards night it moderated, and the wind died down.

When Mrs.Thayer came home it was snowing quite hard, and her green veil was white when she entered the kitchen.

She took it off and shook it, sputtering moisture in the fireplace.
"There's goin' to be a hard storm; it's lucky I went to-day," said she.