From vintage scholastic cover [and page 1]: In the winter, Sparrow Lake was like a Christmas-card picture, with snow-covered rooftops and trees, skaters on the ice, and the dark line of the woods rising beyond the Lake Road.

My room faced the lake, and from my windows at nightI could see the Lodge lights and tall the black, tall forms of trees and closed-for-the-winter houses. How many times have I sat by my windows and looked out, watching snow fall, thinking about Johnny Hunter. How many times...I cannot hope to count them all.