134 Autumn Days.

 

shudders, and sighs, and laughter. ©
Many and many a teatime the
same wonder and thankfulness were
repeated, always beginning: with,
“ Don’t you remember that dread-
ful day ?” and so on.

Meanwhile Christmas was
coming, and Christmas weather
came sooner still. Then the snow
collected outside the nursery
window, and the mornings were
very dark, and bed the only com-
fortable place; and Gus’s_ hands
got blue, and his face thin and
pinched, and he wished himself
away with the “Capitaine” in the
warm South Seas.