"They're all snowed under, and he's come through to tell us. Oh, dear!"
"Hurrah, boys!"
There was nothing at all doleful in the ringing shout Vosh sent towards the house the moment he got the snow out of his mouth.
"Have you got any snow at your house? There's more'n we want up our way. Let ye have loads of it, and not charge a cent."
"Come on, Vosh," said the deacon. "How'd you find the roads?"
"Sleighin' enough to last all summer, if you don't waste it. More like swimming than walking."
"I'd say it was. Come on in and warm yourself."
Both the boys were brushing the snow from him as soon as he got to the gate, and all the women-folk were out on the stoop to welcome him. Aunt Judith talked as fast as his own mother could have done, and insisted on his sitting down before the fireplace while she brought him a cup of coffee, and a glass of currant-wine, and a piece of pie, and then she said she would make him some pepper-tea.
"Now, Miss Farnham," said Vosh, "I ain't hurt a bit."
"And your mother?"