JOHN VAN ALSTYNE'S FACTORY: XXXIII. CORDS OF ADAM

THE day, which had been clear as well as cold until several hours past noon, was fast growing gray and blustery when Zipporah let herself out of the front door. The air was heavy, either with the promise of unshed snow-- which would not be so bad a thing to be caught in, thought the girl-- or, possibly, with the sharp, disagreeable needles of sleet and hail. But she was in the mood to be venturesome in any case. She was thoroughly dissatisfied with herself and with things in general, for reasons into which she did not care to look too curiously.