Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Snow Image: A Childish Miracle
(1851)
“ A thermometer on the wall farthest from the stove stood at eighty degrees. The parlor was hung with red curtains, and covered with a red carpet, and looked just as warm as it felt. The difference betwixt the atmosphere here and the cold, wintry twilight out of doors, was like stepping at once from Nova Zembla to the hottest part of India, or from the North Pole into an oven. Oh, this was a fine place for the little white stranger!The common-sensible man placed the snow-child on the hearth-rug, right in front of the hissing and fuming stove. ”
