She smiled brightly, and whispered loudly, “I did what you asked. I made supplies. Good ones, Dr. Simontam. Would you like me to make a fireplace now? Ooo, or perhaps a little potbellied stove! I have always wanted one of those!”
But even as she spoke, she could see the light outside the shutters brightening. Which meant that the cloud cover was moving off. It would probably stop snowing very soon.
Her face turned toward the windows, she murmured, “Perhaps I can build another snowman.”