without heeding the remonstrances of his two children, who still kept murmuring that their little snow-sister did not love the warmth, good mr. lindsey took his departure, shutting the parlor-door carefully behind him. turning up the collar of his sack over his ears, he emerged from the house, and had barely reached the street-gate, when he was recalled by the screams of violet and peony, and the rapping of a thimbled finger against the parlor window.