associations; we have our duties and occupations; and if not frequent amusement, we have our home life, our few dear friends, and our affection for each other.
All of them crowned by this same blue sky which Mr. Winthrop admires so much, added Garda. I see that you will always hold me up to ridicule on account of that speech, said Winthrop. You are simply tired of blue. As a contrast you would welcome, I dare say, the dreariest gray clouds of the New England coast, and our east wind driving in from the sea.
I should welcome snow, answered Garda, slowly; all the country covered with snow, lying white and dead-that is what I wish to see. I want to walk on a frozen lake with ice, real ice over deep water, under my feet. I want to breathe freezing air, and know how it feels. I want to see trees without any leaves on them; and a snow-storm when the flakes are very big and soft like feathers; and long icicles hanging from roofs; and […].