the day they were sent home early from school because of a threatening blizzard amy rode with the other pupils in mrs rhyss van to where the road ended but from there she had to trudge by herself through the driving snowflakes to the gwyntfa the gray stone cottage where she lived alone with her grandmother mrs bowen once home amy knew she was safe with a wellstoked larder and plenty of oil for the lamps her grandmother promised her they might even enjoy being snowed in they liked each others company and every night would sit one on each side of the fire working at their patchwork quilt until it was time for a cup of tea and a game of patience or twohanded whist before bed but on the day the snow began they never played their game of cards they were interrupted by a growl from amys dog a tremendous thump at the door and an intrusion of such violence as they had never in their lives met before yet though there was no way of telling who their intruder might be mrs bowen somehow knew he meant them no harm and in the four extraordinary days that followed bringing intruders of a different kind amy discovered that her grandmothers instinct had been rightagainst the beautifully portrayed background of a welsh hillfarm in winter suspense mounts almost unbearably for amy and her grandmother and for the reader as well as they face ruthless evil in this contemporary story superbly told by a distinguished writer