86 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

breakfast, the boys went round through
the kitchen hall, to shake and stamp
off the snow, and soon they all ap-
peared in the breakfast room, breathing
hard, and rubbing their hands, their
faces glowing with the cold and exercise.

It looked as if there would be enough
snow now, for down, down came the
large flakes, steadily falling all day;
the boughs of the trees were all white,
and bending under the weight of snow ;
the paths were all filled up, so that
there was no sign of road or path to be
seen; no sleighs passed the house, for
the roads were not yet broken; occa-
sionally a foot passenger was seen who