“All the same,” Patty put in, “I could do with less of it just now.”
The white feathers were flying briskly through the air, and Patty cuddled her face deep into her high fur collar. She was not quite so fond of the elements as Helen, and felt the cold more.
“The snow is falling all around,
It’s falling here and there;
It’s falling through the atmosphere
And also through the air.”
Helen chanted the lines to an accompaniment of dashing the flakes from her veiled face.
“The snow is falling all around,
And wonder fills my cup,
Whether, when it is all snowed down