There was a daily mail in that direction, except when the roads and the weather hindered; and it seemed that these would now be hinderances.

The threatened storm came, and with it high wind which piled the snow into deep, hard drifts, making the mountain road nearly impassible.

Dorian found the mail-carrier who told him that it would be impossible to make a start until the storm had ceased.

All day the snow fell, and all day Dorian fretted impatiently, and was tempted to once more go out to Mr.and Mrs.Whitman; but he did not.

Christmas was only three days off.