Winter Algonquian

For some time before, the frost had been hardening the hills, and on Wednesday, toward three o'clock, great black clouds coming from the south brought the snow, which fell without interruption all night. At half past six, Mr. and Mrs. Stone met at the kitchen table, where they were preparing the morning breakfast. Six- year-old Bethany turned sleepily in the thick puffiness of her feather bed. Seven o'clock already?