Árdís - 01.01.1966, Page 50

Árdís - 01.01.1966, Page 50
48 ÁRDÍ S time for the noon meal. All of a sudden Veiga looked up and exclaimed. “Beta! Look! It is getting very cloudy. Did you notice the sun- shine disappear?” “No, Veiga, I did not notice it. I could only see the brook skipping over the pebbles and going on forever. Then I began thinking of the little brook out in your field; how it freezes up in the winter and can’t go on forever though it chatters mighty loudly in the spring. It will be chattering pretty soon now if the thaw keeps on.” “I guess we had better fill those barrels now, Beta. Give me the dishpan.” Beta put away the books and out they went to their uni- finished work. What a difference in. the weather! There was no wind whatsoever. Nothing stirred. The sky was overcast. The clouds hung so low that it seemed as if they could be touched if the arms were raised. The very stillness was oppressing, Beta, who without realizing it spoke to her sister in whispers. Even the daylight seemed to be paling. Both girls silently filled her barrel and just as silently decided to leave the third one, for by now snow had begun to fall gently. Both started toward the house without a word and once inside, quietly closed the door, hung up their coats, went over to the window to watch for Arni’s return, still without uttering one word. A blanket of silence seemed to hang over the entire universe. Time seemed to be suspended. Presently, they saw him come over the brow of the little hillock some distance away. “I am glad he will reach home before the storm gets worse. It is getting quite dark overhead.” “Yes, indeed. But look Veiga it is not snowing out there where Arni is.” All of a sudden while the girls stood by the window, the snow began falling so heavily that nothing could be seen, nothing at all but whiteness. Even the woodpile jusí outside the window which served as a windbreak, was obliterated. As they watched the white solid curtain turned to a pale grey one with never a íold or a break. Owing to the absence of wind the snow came straight down like tiny atoms of lead.
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