It hardly seemed necessary to do any shovelling yet; but the white flakes fell faster and faster, hour after hour, and night came on earlier than usual.
"Now, Port," said Corry, "if you and I know what's good for ourselves, we'll lay in all the wood we'll need for to-morrow and next day. Every thing'll be snowed clean under."
"That's so, but I wouldn't ha' missed seeing it come."
Neither would Susie; and she and Pen watched it from the sitting-room windows, while even aunt Judith came and stood beside them, and declared,—
"There, now, that's something like;" and Mrs. Farnham remarked in a tone of exultation,—
"You never saw any thing like that in the city, Susie."
"Never, aunt Sarah. It's splendid. It's the grandest snow-storm I ever heard of."
There was very little wind as yet, and the fluttering flakes lay still where they fell.
"All the snow that couldn't get down before is coming now," said Pen. "There's ever so much of it. I like snow."
More and more of it; and the men and boys came in from the barns after supper as white as so many polar bears, to stamp and laugh and be brushed till the color of their clothes could be seen.