A gust of cold wind blew Jack's cap off.
He could see his breath in the cold air
They wove between the trees, their boots crunching through the thick snow.
The snow was falling fast and furiously. The wind blew harder.
Whirlwinds of powdery snow swirled over the ice.
They kept trudging through the snow.
It was hard to see anything in the white haze of the falling snow.
The world was completely white.
The wind shook the trees, and big clumps of snow fell from the branches.
The wind answered them with a howl.
They struggled on the snow-covered path.
Wet snow kept sticking to his glasses.
Snow had blown up the sleeves of his jacket, under his neck scarf, and into his mittens.
Everytime he lifted his head, the snow felt like needles against his skin.
Jack shielded his face from the cutting wind and looked back.
His fingers felt frozen.
Peering through the storm, Jack saw a small castle sitting on top of a snowy hill.
Jack shivered in his damp clothes.
The wind lashed the bare trees and swept the snow into tall drifts.
They trudged through the storm.
They grabbed a lamppost and clung to it, trying to keep from getting blown away.
The avenue was lined with cars half buried in the snow.
They struggled through the storm.
His teeth chattered. His eyes and ears stung with the cold, and his hands and feet felt numb.
They trekked up what looked like a long driveway until they came to the gray stone building.
"What shall we do?" said Jack, shivering in the cold.
Two little kids in lumpy suits had wandered into the backyard.
Afew big snowflakes started to fall. All the kids had pink cheeks and runny noses.
Snow was falling steadily, and the sidewalk was turning white.
The wind blew snow into the kids' faces.
Snow was still falling. The wind blew it into their faces, and flakes caught on their eyelashes.
They trudged through the snow.
A full moon hung over Green Lawn, turning the snow to silver. The kids saw their breath as they skied on the wilderness.
The sun shone on the spruce trees, turning their snowy branches to gold.
Dink tried to picture this elderly woman tromping through the snow to burglarize Lucky's house.
Her face was covered with snow. When she wiped the snow away, the mustache fell off.
The five kids tromped up the steps. Josephine threw open the front door and clumped down the hall, leaving snow tracks on the floor.
Jack had always thought of a "treasure" as something super valuable, like gold or silver or rare jewels. But right now Annie seemed more valuable than any of those things. She seemed like the most valuable thing in the world.