We know we don't think alike on doctrinal points, but we love each other." She stopped a moment at the lumber-yard.

The ghastly blackness of the ruin glared against the snow-covered hills and the dazzling blue of the sky; here and there a puff of steam showed where the melting snow on the cooler beams dripped on the hot embers below.

Some scattered groups of lumbermen and their forlorn wives braved the cold, and stood talking the fire over, for, after all, it was the immediate interest; death would not come to them for years, perhaps, but where were they going to get money for their families during the spring?
There could be no rafting down the river until after the loggers had brought their rafts from up in the mountains, to be sawed into planks.
Alfaretta's father, who stood contemplating the ruins, and moralizing when any one would stop to listen to him, had pointed this out.

Mr.Dean was a carpenter, and kept a grocery store as well, so he could pity the lumbermen from the shelter of comparative affluence.

When he saw the preacher's wife, he came over to speak to her.
"Well, ma'am," he said, "the dispensations of Providence is indeed mysterious,--that the river should have been froze last night!" Mr.Dean had a habit of holding his mouth open a moment before he spoke, and looking as though he felt that his listener was impatient for his words, which were always pronounced with great deliberation.