Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common-sense view of all matters that came under his consideration.
Lindsey was a middle-aged man, with a weary and yet a happy look in his wind-flushed and frost-pinched face, as if he had been busy all the day long, and was glad to get back to his quiet home.
Lindsey had entered the garden, breaking away from his two children, who still sent their shrill voices after him, beseeching him to let the snow-child stay and enjoy herself in the cold west-wind.
Lindsey led her up the steps of the door, Violet and Peony looked into his face,--their eyes full of tears, which froze before they could run down their cheeks,--and again entreated him not to bring their snow-image into the house.
Lindsey, drawing the reluctant guest over his hospitable threshold.
Lindsey, rubbing his hands and looking about him, with the pleasantest smile you ever saw.
Lindsey took his departure, shutting the parlor-door carefully behind him.
Lindsey, like a red-eyed demon, triumphing in the mischief which it had done!
Lindsey belongs it may seem but a childish affair, is, nevertheless, capable of being moralized in various methods, greatly for their edification.
Lindsey, after a fit of silence, "see what a quantity of snow the children have brought in on their feet!
says: "Invest in a range of good shape underwear - supportive bras, all-in-ones under dresses and bottom-lifter knickers to create a better shape under trousers." Tailored moleskin jacket, pounds 90, highwaisted jean, pounds 55, with soft, leather tan boots, pounds 100.