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"
No
.
I
feel
splendid
.
"
"
It
isn
’
t
a
long
ride
.
"
"
I
like
the
ride
,
"
she
said
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
about
me
,
darling
.
I
feel
fine
.
"
Snow
did
not
come
until
three
days
before
Christmas
.
We
woke
one
morning
and
it
was
snowing
.
We
stayed
in
bed
with
the
fire
roaring
in
the
stove
and
watched
the
snow
fall
.
Mrs
.
Guttingen
took
away
the
breakfast
trays
and
put
more
wood
in
the
stove
.
It
was
a
big
snow
storm
.
She
said
it
had
started
about
midnight
.
I
went
to
the
window
and
looked
out
but
could
not
see
across
the
road
.
It
was
blowing
and
snowing
wildly
.
I
went
back
to
bed
and
we
lay
and
talked
.
"
I
wish
I
could
ski
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
It
’
s
rotten
not
to
be
able
to
ski
.
"
"
We
’
ll
get
a
bobsled
and
come
down
the
road
.
That
’
s
no
worse
for
you
than
riding
in
a
car
.
"
"
Won
’
t
it
be
rough
?
"
"
We
can
see
.
"
"
I
hope
it
won
’
t
be
too
rough
.
"
