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He gave it up in despair, and kicking the chunks together, stood upon the hearth, warming his hands by the gathering blaze while he listened to the song: "Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain; Saint Hugh, be our good speed! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need. "Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Hey derry derry down-a-down!"

"Yes, I guess I can," said Johnny, still waiting for the blow to fall. "Well, how many will the pasture feed, do yuh think? You can turn out one of the couple you've got." "Oh, there's food enough for three, all right, I guess " "Well, all right there's a couple of good ones I'd like to have gentled down. Cold's better, ay?" "I why, I guess so." Johnny just said that from force of habit.

But Griselda herself did not feel quite well, and saying this reminds me that it is hardly sense to speak of a cold being better or well for a cold's being "well" means that it is not there at all, out of existence, in short, and if a thing is out of existence how can we say anything about it?

Anyhow, the cold's fierce and I'm going to the bunk-house." Charnock let him go and returned thoughtfully to the shack. He did not doubt that Wilkinson had been to the smithy, because one could find out if he had not, but he felt disturbed. The fellow had somehow encouraged him to believe he might tamper with the logs; but would hardly have done so had he meant to set them adrift.

"It ain't a Fift' Avenoo mansion," he grinned, "but I reckon it'll hev ter do." Then he switched on Roy. "You boy," he growled, "you kin hev thet other shack. If you want ter wash up thar's a bucket. We've hot and cold water in these diggin's, too, so take yer choice. Hot's above, cold's below. An' one thing. You ain't goin' ter be closely watched. It ain't needful.

'Nay, my friend, said Glossin, interrupting him, 'what signifies going over this nonsense? If you are turned chicken-hearted, why, the game's up, that's all; the game's up with us both. 'Chicken-hearted? no. I have not lived so long upon the account to start at last, neither for devil nor Dutchman. 'Well, then, take another schnaps; the cold's at your heart still.

'It isn't fashionable to come early. 'Nonsense! Look at the people here already. Fanny threw up her chin, and glanced back to see that Mankelow was following. In his vexation, Horace was seized with a cough a cough several times repeated before he could check it. 'Your cold's no better, said Fanny. 'You oughtn't to have come out at night. 'It is better, he replied sharply.

"If you wish," said he. "But I doubt if you'll be able to sing at all." "On the contrary, my cold's entirely gone," replied she. "I had an exciting evening, I doctored myself before I went to bed, and three or four times in the night. I found, this morning, that I could sing." And it was so. Never had she sung better.

'The cold's on him and on me, and I doubt we'll ever be warm again. Presently they drew up at a bleak way-side station for the ferry, and the brother and sister without a word stepped out in the night and the snow. The man did not offer to carry the child. He knew it was no use.

"Don't you ever land on this place again!..." Slowly, argumentatively, and reluctantly, Uncle Jim waded down-stream. He tried threats, he tried persuasion, he even tried a belated note of pathos; Mr. Polly remained inexorable, if in secret a little perplexed as to the outcome of the situation. "This cold's getting to my marrer!" said Uncle Jim. "You want cooling. You keep out in it," said Mr.