cold　and　clear　and　the　night　outside　the　window。　We　slept　well　and　if　I　woke　in　the　night　I　knew　it　was　from　only　one　cause　and　I　would　shift　the　feather　bed　over；　very　softly　so　that　Catherine　would　not　be　wakened　and　then　go　back　to　sleep　again；　warm　and　with　the　new　lightness　of　thin　covers。　The　war　seemed　as　far　away　as　the　football　games　of　some　one　else's　college。　But　I　knew　from　the　papers　that　they　were　still　fighting　in　the　mountains　because　the　snow　would　not　e。

Sometimes　we　walked　down　the　mountain　into　Montreux。　There　was　a　path　went　down　the　mountain　but　it　was　steep　and　so　usually　we　took　the　road　and　walked　down　on　the　wide　hard　road　between　fields　and　then　below　between　the　stone　walls　of　the　vineyards　and　on　down　between　the　houses　of　the　villages　along　the　way。　There　were　three　villages；　Chernex；　Fontanivent；　and　the　other　I　forget。　Then　along　the　road　we　passed　an　old　square…built　stone　ch鈚eau　on　a　ledge　on　the　side　of　the　mountain…side　with　the　terraced　fields　of　vines；　each　vine　tied　to　a　stick　to　hold　it　up；　the　vines　dry　and　brown　and　the　earth　ready　for　the　snow　and　the　lake　down　below　flat　and　gray　as　steel。　The　road　went　down　a　long　grade　below　the　ch鈚eau　and　then　turned　to　the　right　and　went　down　very　steeply　and　paved　with　cobbles；　into　Montreux。

We　did　not　know　any　one　in　Montreux。　We　walked　along　beside　the　lake　and　saw　the　swans　and　the　many　gulls　and　terns　that　flew　up　when　you　came　close　and　screamed　while　they　looked　down　at　the　water。　Out　on　the　lake　there　were　flocks　of　grebes；　small　and　dark；　and　leaving　trails　in　the　water　when　they　swam。

In　the　town　we　walked　along　the　main　street　and　looked　in　the　windows　of　the　shops。　There　were　many　big　hotels　that　were　closed　but　most　of　the　shops　were　open　and　the　people　w