NOVEMBER.
Cosy fire a-burning bright,——
Cosy tables robed in white,——
Dainty dishes smoking hot,——
Home! And cold and snow forgot!
CHAPTER LXXVIII
A FORETASTE OF WINTER
"SAY, but it's cold today!" called Bob at the door. "Frost tonight all right! I was glad I took my overcoat this morning. Have you had a fire all day?"
"Yes, indeed," said Bettina, "and I've spent most of the afternoon cleaning my furs with corn meal, and fixing those new comforters for the sleeping porch, and putting away some of the summer clothing."