Explore "Aunt Jane's Nieces in Society" by L. Frank Baum on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Mershone and Fogerty plodded through the snow together, side by side. They were facing the wind, which cut their faces cruelly, yet neither seemed to mind the bitterness of the weather. "Keep watch along the roadside," suggested Mershone; "she may have fallen anywhere, you know. She couldn't endure this thing long. Poor Louise!"
"You were fond of her, Mr. Mershone? " asked Fogerty, not unsympathetically.