Creation seemed but the snow that had fallen, the snow that was falling, and the snow that had yet to fall; or, to put it otherwise, a fall of snow between two outspread worlds of snow.
"Gang back, noo, Aggie," said Cosmo again.

"What's the guid o' twa whaur ane only need be, an' baith hae to fecht for themsel's ?" "I'm no gaein' back yet," persisted Aggie.

"Twa's better at onything nor ane himblane.

The sutor's wife's gaein' in to see Grannie, an' Grannie 'll like her cracks a heap better nor mine.
She thinks I hae nae mair brains nor a hen,'cause I canna min' upo' things at war nearhan' forgotten or I was born." Cosmo desisted from useless persuasion, and they struggled on together, through the snow above and the snow beneath.

At this Aggie was more than a match for Cosmo.