Practice Typing

The moon was set, and it was very dark; Bessie carried a lantern, whose light glanced on wet steps and gravel road sodden by a recent thaw. Raw and chill was the winter morning. my teeth chattered as I hastened down the drive. There was a light in the porters lodge. when we reached it, we found the porters wife just kindling her fire. my trunk, which had been carried down the evening before, stood corded at the door.