IN THE SNOW<br><br>It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow. The winds blew cutting cold from the north.<br><br>Phyllis, in her scarlet coat and cap, and long, warm leggings, waded in the deepest drifts she could find.<br><br>Out by the garden fence was the greatest drift. After floundering through it, Phyllis climbed up and perched on the top rail of the fence.<br><br>She sat quite still, for she was almost breathless...
