The stage heroine's only pleasure in life is to go out in a snow-storm
without an umbrella and with no bonnet on. She has a bonnet, we know
(rather a tasteful little thing); we have seen it hanging up behind
the door of her room; but when she comes out for a night stroll during
a heavy snow-storm (accompanied by thunder), she is most careful to
leave it at home. Maybe she fears the snow will spoil it, and she is
a careful girl.

She always brings her child out with her on these occasions. She
seems to think that it will freshen it up. The child does not
appreciate the snow as much as she does. He says it's cold.

One thing that must irritate the stage heroine very much on these
occasions is the way in which the snow seems to lie in wait for her
and follow her about. It is quite a fine night before she comes on
the scene: the moment she appears it begins to snow. It snows
heavily all the while she remains about, and the instant she goes it
clears up again and keeps dry for the rest of the evening.

The way the snow "goes" for that poor woman is most unfair. It always
snows much heavier in the particular spot where she is sitting than it
does anywhere else in the whole street. Why, we have sometimes seen a
heroine sitting in the midst of a blinding snow-storm while the other
side of the road was as dry as a bone. And it never seemed to occur
to her to cross over.

We have even known a more than unusually malignant snow-storm to
follow a heroine three times round the stage and then go off (R.) with
her.