Pete's nothin' but skin and bone, and he niver had a square meal in his life to warm him.

It took pushin' and pullin' to get him in the water, and a scum froze over while he was under.

Pete came up shakin' like the feeder on a thrashin' machine, and whin he could spake at all, 'Bless Jasus,' says he, 'I'm jist as wa-wa-warm as I wa-wa-want to be.' So are you, Dannie, but there's a difference in how warm folks want to be.

For meself, now, I could aisily bear a little more hate." "It's honest, I'm no cauld," insisted Dannie; and he might have added that if Jimmy would not fill his system with Casey's poisons, that degree of cold would not chill and pinch him either.

But being Dannie, he neither thought nor said it.