IN THE SNOW
It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow. The winds blew cutting cold from the north.
Phyllis, in her scarlet coat and cap, and long, warm leggings, waded in the deepest drifts she could find.
Out by the garden fence was the greatest drift. After floundering through it, Phyllis climbed up and perched on the top rail of the fence.
She sat quite still, for she was almost breathless after her struggle in the... more...