Sandy's Christmas by Maud Van Buren

_Thomas Travis_

There were three of them, plodding wearily through the snow, a man, / a woman, and a boy about six years old. The man and the woman seemed / gloomy, sad, and walked along silently till, with a deep sigh, the man / spoke: "It's too bad, too bad, Mother, the storm coming up like this. / If it had only held off a couple of hours more, we'd have made town all / right. But as it is -- well, what'll we do? " And he looked wearily at the / snow-covered mountains and the trackless waste of snow. He shivered as / his cold face brushed a laden bush that dabbed his bare neck with icy / snow. "It's bitter cold, isn't it, Mother? And if I'm not mistaken, the / storm's only just beginning. "[20]