Winifred was standing by the window when she heard the front door open.

She hurried to the hall as Alexander came stamping in, covered with snow.

He kissed her joyfully and brushed away the snow that fell on her hair.
"I wish I had asked you to meet me at the office and walk home with me, Winifred.

The Common is beautiful.

The boys have swept the snow off the pond and are skating furiously.