My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.

Don't forget that this Sunday we put the clocks forward an hour.

Wherever there were tracks of children, sleds, large dogs, other couples, or a solitary walker with long, steady paces, these footholes had filled with a veneer of ice.

Are there not some private individuals in the town having ouncils or weighbridges?