Oh, Lord, where is it now ?" "Good-bye, little shirt, we'll never see you more!" said the first, sentimentally.

"You'll be hanging on the Equator by morning." "While we're left here in the drifts," said a third.

"Oh, the lovely, big, white drifts there'll be to-morrow!" Toward one o'clock the first furious rush of the storm had passed and it had settled into a fifty-mile-an-hour wind, bitterly cold, with snow that drove against the building in fine particles.

Freezing air never ceased to enter the thin walls of boards and tar paper.

It was necessary to keep the cast-iron stove red-hot to secure anything like comfort.
And to this dreadful cold and snow, thought Lee, Imogene would have been left deliberately by Ruth Gardner and Gretzinger! Carrigan bade the others roll up in their blankets and get what sleep they could while he and Bryant tended the fire.