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"The cold winds swept the ht,

And pathless was the dreary wild,

And ht

Asnows she pressed,

The babe was sleeping on her breast"--Seba Smith

The head of the house was home from his mysterious errand, the real

object of which was unknown to all but Marthy and his wife

Kate unwound his muffler and took his cap; his wife assured him that

she had been worried to death about him all day; the men inquired

solicitously about his journey--how had he stood the cold--and Anna

made ready his place at the table But neither this domestic adulation

nor the at him at his own

fireside served for a moment to turn hinify by the na the "snub," and David, whose eyes always

followed Anna, saw it before the others "Father," said he, "what's

the matter, you don't speak to Anna"

"I don't want to speak to her I don't want to look at her I don't