“Wonder if I shall ever see him again!” thought Walter.
We shall find out.
The weeks slipped by, and winter at last powdered the land as if it wished to give the earth’s bald head a white wig.
CHAPTER II.
THE WINTER RIDE.
“I’m going to be warm,” said Walter Plympton’s father, a man with rather sharp features, of slender build, and nervous, sensitive temperament. “Yes, I’m going to be warm, and bundle up accordingly.”
“You will look like an Eskimo,” replied his wife, who in her very laugh, so easy and deliberate, as well as in her stout physical build, was the opposite of her husband. “Those who see you, Ezra, won’t fall in love with such a stuffed creature.”