The Great Fire, you see, came in and dated it. I could not help
that; neither could I leave the great fact out.

Not any more could I possibly tell what sort of April days we should
have, when I found myself fixed to the very coming April and Easter,
for the closing chapters of my tale. If persistent snow-storms fling
a falsehood in my face, it will be what I have not heretofore
believed possible,--a _white_ one; and we can all think of balmy
Aprils that have been, and that are yet to be.

With these appeals for trifling allowance,--leaving the larger need
to the obvious accounting for in a largeness of subject which no
slight fiction can adequately handle,--I give you leave to turn the
page.

A. D. T. W.
BOSTON, _March_, 1873.




CONTENTS.

CHAPTER
I. SPILLED OUT
II. UP-STAIRS
III. TWO TRIPS IN THE TRAIN
IV. NINETY-NINE FAHRENHEIT
V. SPILLED OUT AGAIN
VI. A LONG CHAPTER OF A WHOLE YEAR