"It's all right in the summer time, when you can get out of doors, and the weather is pleasant, like it is now.

But in the winter time--_that's_ when it gets lonesome! The snow'll be eight feet deep all around here.

We have to go on snow shoes all the winter through.

Now, if we was shut in here alone together--or if you was shut in here all by yourself, and still lonesomer, me being over in the other house mostly--the evenings would seem awful long.

They always used to, to me." She could not answer at all.