WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DOLL HOUSE January 1842.[1] Winter skidded and covered all the fields and roads with snow. The garden became impassable. The trees stood shaggy, drooping with snow hanging on their branches. The surrounding farmsteads had nestled into the loose snow, and had it not been for their disheveled, bare gardens and the bluish haze in the mornings, the distant villages would have been impossible to distinguish. The windows and doors were caulked, and bright fire crackled... Read more















