Ah, there be storm, black blasts with icy breath!
The night’s gone colder now, aye cold like death,
Cold!
(She shivers—three knocks are struck on the door)
Who be there? Who is it? Whence do’e come?
(Another knock, very faint)
Have you no word? What, are ye deaf and dumb?
Or—dead?
(Knock. The light burns blue. She opens the door. Pause. Slowly the snowman enters and moves across the room toward the bed)
No, stop! Not there, not there!