weather

It is bitter weather and these rooms are cold.'

As for myself, I was silent, for the dull weather and the melancholy business upon which we were engaged, depressed my spirits.

Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning to hang out scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on bridges that made Anne’s flesh cringe with the old, half-delightful fear; sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and passed by a little cluster of weather-gray fishing huts; again it mounted to hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or misty-blue sky could be seen; but wherever it went there was much of interest to discuss.

But I can board home and drive myself over to Carmody and back, in the warm weather at least.