KrazyKelia's short story

This is KrazyKelia writing, and this is a short story I started the day before yesterday. Its not very good.

The howl of the wind was muffled but persistant, and Old Matilda was glad of her fire and blanket. Her knees were drawn up to her chin, a position that seemed to defy old age. She stared into the flames, unable to push away the lonely feeling that followed her everywhere since Old Benjamin died. The little house she occupied some ways for the village was cozy enough, but lacked Benjamins steady silence that had always been there.
A burst of wind banging on the door with renewed vigor startled Matilda from her thoughts, and she found herself uncurling with the notion that someone had been knocking. She felt a bit foolish easing the great wooden door open, but looked down in surprise at the little boy tugging her skirt.
"Please," his voice was weak, and those big eyes in his pale face slid to the rosy light spilling out onto the snow.
"Come in, come in," Matilda said as the flying snow parted to reveal a whole family shivering in the cold. They gladly rushed, and Matilda was embraced by a weeping woman crying
"You have saved us!"
"No, no," Matilda protested as other such words of thanks flew over her head, but she just smiled and closed the door. And that night there was chestnuts, and hot cocoa, and lots of laugher.

I have another part, where there is a pillow fight and they discover a secret passage that supposedly leads to buried treasure, but I might just leave it as it is.
Please write what you think of it!