ing himself with one of the stools.

"N-o-o," he said, "I don't think so. It's beginning to lighten up a
little already. And besides, don't you remember that I foretold a
mildish winter?"

"I was forgetting that I had married a prophet," she smiled.

But all through the day the snow continued to fall steadily, although
the wind had died away and, at intervals, the sun shone palely. At
nightfall, it was still snowing.

The day passed quickly, as Nora found plenty to occupy herself with. By
supper time she felt healthfully tired, with the added comfortable
feeling that, for a novice, she had really accomplished a good deal.

The whole room certainly looked cleaner and the pots and pans, although
not shining, were as near to it as hot water and scrubbing could make
them. Fortunately, she had a quantity of fresh white paper in her trunk
which greatly improved the appearance of the shelves.

During the day Frank left the house for longer or shorter intervals on
various pretexts which she felt must be largely imaginary, trumped up
for the occasion. She was agreeably surprised to find that he was
sufficiently tactful to divine that she wanted to be alone.

While he was in the house he smoked his pipe incessantly and read some
magazines which she had unpacked with some of her books. But she never
glanced suddenly in his direction without finding that he was watching
her.

"I tell _you_, this is fine," he said heartily as he was lighting his
after-supper pipe. "Mrs. Sharp won't hardly know the place when she
comes over. She's never seen it except when I was housekeeper. She
doesn't think I'm much good at it. Leastways, she's always tellin' Sid
that if she dies, he must marry again right away as soon as he can find
anyone to have him, for fear the house gets to looking like this."

"That doesn't look like a very strong indorsement," Nora admitted.

The next day Nora woke to a world of such dazzling whiteness that she
was blinded every time she attempted to look out on it.

"You want to be careful," her husband cautioned her; "getting
snow-blinded isn't as much fun as you'd think. Even I get bad
sometimes; and I'm used to it. Looks like one of them Christmas cards,
don't it? Somebody sent Gertie one once and she showed it to us."

That afternoon, Mr. Sharp drove his wife down for the promised visit. As
in his judgment the two women would want to be alone, he proposed to
Frank to drive back home with him to give him th