48 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR. But it was bitter cold! Bobbit felt bitten and gnawed all over. “JT should ha’ liked the — jacket, — but I won’t. No, 1 won't!” said Bobbit. He put his head down upon his arm ; the snow had drifted in high and soft; his arm and his head went down into it, like a cold cushion. “‘T°ll have a white pillar-case at any rate,’ said Bobbit, slowly, wondering why he didn’t laugh at his own joke. “And I won’t--no, I won’t— they was company. And sech babies. Folks as keeps hotels must put up — with — onconvenience. It’s somethin’ to hev a white — pillar-case of yer own.” The little hotel-keeper sunk lower and lower into his white pillow-case. The hotel door gaped steadily. All the front entry filled with snow. There was so much snow that the boiler choked and gaped no longer to the black night. In- stead, it grew dully white and warm, so the little lodgers in the best rooms thought, when they waked each other up once in the night, by trying to get their four feet into one of the jacket sleeves. They called out to Bobbit, but he lay quite still in the front entry, and made no answer. So they thought how comfortable they were, and went to sleep again. Now, in the morning, there was a great noise inside the boiler, and outside too, for that matter. For Bobbit’s hotel was drifted and drowned almost out of sight and breath by the piling snow ; and Bobbit’s little lodgers, when they found it out, whined and whooped till a policeman and a butcher and two shovels came to dig them out.