"And when will you think that?"
"Not for a good while."
"But when, Lizzie?"
"I don't know. I suppose when the cold weather comes in earnest."
"I'm sure it has come now!" said Rose shrugging her shoulders. "I'm shivering every morning after the fire goes out. What sort of cold weather do you mean?"
"I mean snow and ice."
"Snow and ice — And then you will go — where will you go?" said Rose discontentedly.
"I suppose, to Mannahatta."
"Will you go the first snow?"
"I cannot tell yet, Rose."