Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ation for my eyes, and I spent over an hour watching it. At first, as the big flakes, ever growing thicker came down, they melted and formed tiny pools on the black ground, and trees and bushes sparkled with large drops of water after a rain, but presently on the higher spots of ground began to grow a little white, and the roofs of houses turned from black to white. All the time the white flakes came steadily down, until the air was white. Presently the whole scene changed from one of grey and black, to one white until dusk settled down.

        After supper Edith came down to play cards. Of course it was five-hundred. The games went quietly and were rather long_, Louise and I winning both. At the end of the second game, it was time for me to go down to the store after Frances. It was still snowing when I went out, and everything was a beautiful white; the ground, houses, bushes, and trees - all stood white in the still, dark night.

Down at the store_, as I was talking to Bud, he pulled a postcard out of his pocket and showed it to me. It was a photo­graph of Bill in his white eighteenth century costume, and certainly was a good picture of the ronyon. Bud said Frances had one and when I asked her about she said she had swiped it from Bill,