The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it–a dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a shadow black as a bear’s cave under the table. Nothing in all the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.
Author: Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Source: Molly Make-Believe  (ch. 1)