Now, if it was snowing indoors, it would be different."
This relieved the tension in a general laugh, and a young man tried to
contribute further to the gayety by declaring that it would not be
surprising to have it snow in-doors. He had once seen the thing done in
a crowded hall, one night, when somebody put up a window, and the
freezing current of air congealed the respiration of the crowd, which
came down in a light fall of snow-flakes. He owned that it was in
Boston.
"Oh, that excuses it, then," Miss Macroyd said. But she lost the laugh
which was her due in the rush which some of the others made to open a
window and see whether it could be made to snow in-doors there.
"Oh, it isn't crowded enough here," the young man explained who had
alleged the scientific marvel.
"And it isn't Boston," Miss Macroyd tried again on the same string, and
this time she got her laugh.
The girl who had first spoken remained, at the risk of pneumonia, with
her arm prettily lifted against the open sash, for a moment peering out,
and then reported, in dashing it down with a shiver, "It seems to be a
very soft snow."
"Then it will be rain by morning," another predicted, and the girl tried
hard to think of something to say in support of the hit she had made
already.
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