19/31 That's always something." Peter went and looked out of the smudged windows while he considered this. The long scrapes of the wind in the loose snow were like the scratches of great claws. It was now about mail time and a few people began to stir in the street; the clear light and the cold gave them a poverty-bitten look. There's Mr.Dassonville in Harmony--Dave Dassonville, the richest man in these parts." "I suppose he could tell me how to go about it ?" "I suppose he would if he knows. Mostly these things just happen." Peter did not say anything more just then; he was watching a man and a girl of about his own age who had come out of a frame house farther down the street. |