The Long Winter
““Caroline!” Pa called up the stairs, “the fires will be going good by the time you get down here. I'm going to the stable.”
Laura heard Ma stirring. “L i e still, girls,” she said.
“N o need for you to get up till the house is warmer.”
It was terribly cold outside the bedcovers. But the roaring and shrilling of the storm would not let Laura sleep again. The frosted nails in the roof above her were like white teeth. She lay under them only a few minutes before she followed Ma downstairs.
The fire was burning brightly in the cookstove, and in the front room the heater's side was red-hot, but still the rooms were cold and so dark that it did not 1 2 seem to be daytime.
Laura broke the ice on the water in the water pail.
She filled the washbasin and set it on the stove. Then she and Ma waited, shivering, for the water to warm so that they could wash their faces.
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