Come, now." "It won't be nice to be frozen to death, but if we get through alive think what a story we'll have to tell," said the Story Girl between her chattering teeth.
In my heart I did not believe we would ever get through alive.

It was almost pitch dark now, and the snow grew deeper every moment.

We were chilled to the heart.

I thought how nice it would be to lie down and rest; but I remembered hearing that that was fatal, and I endeavoured to stumble on with the others.

It was wonderful how the girls kept up, even Cecily.