Prayers for Sale page 217 2

Hennie watched thinking it odd that 

anyone would wait there mute as the snow

itself. Why would a stand in the cold when stove

could come inside by the stove? 

Hennie had gone to the window

to read her letter in the winter light because

the heavy snow had weighted down the wire

causing to the electric to go out. It was dark 

inside now to read, although Hennie

knew the  words wouldn't be any different

from what they were when she read the letter

at the post office that morning. For years Mae 

had urged her to move out of the high

country. This time she'd made it plain 

that if Hennie insisted on staying another 

winter.