We children lay side by side under the robes, the doll between us, and were soon asleep.

It was growing dark when Uncle Eb woke us, and the snow was driving in at the doorway.

The air was full of snow, I remember, and Old Doctor was wading to his knees in a drift.

We were up in the hills and the wind whistled in our little chimney.

Uncle Eb had a serious look in his face.