The wind is even colder than it was, stronger and more withering now that the sun's faint warmth is withdrawn, and that the small and chilly stars possess the sky.

Nevertheless, both the school-room windows are open.

We are all huddled shivering round the hearth, yet no one talks of closing them.

The fact is, that amateur cooking, though a graceful accomplishment, has its penalties, and that at the present moment the smell of broiled bones and fried potatoes that fills our place of learning is something appalling.

Why may not it penetrate beneath the swing-door, through the passages, and reach the drawing-room?
Such a thing has happened once or twice before.