Having turned about, he kept his horse to a walk, and at this gait the sleighbells tinkled but intermittently. Gleaming wanly through the whitish vapour that kept rising from the trotter’s body and flanks, they were like tiny fog-bells, and made the only sounds in a great winter silence.

Now making layes of loue and louers paine, / Bransles, Ballads, virelayes, and verses vaine ….

His sister stopped by the laundry mat to say hello and I told her what I was about to do and said she might should go by the house once he got off work, just to be there for him.

Why, when I got your letter, I just danced, very unladylikely, all over the room!