Gee, I hope these things'll get dry before morning--there ain't anything in the world any colder than a pair of wet stockings in the morning! Let's turn in--it'll be warmer, I believe." The wind, steel-pointed, bored at the window casings all that night.
Degree after degree of frost would have registered in that room had means of registration been present.

The two young women huddled closer under the scanty covering that they might find warmth.

Ten dollars a week.

Two great-hearts, neither of them more than a helpless girl..