In the hot summer, he would lie in the long grass and get cool; in the cold winter, he would scamper about and get warm.

When his hands were as cold as icicles, his cheeks would be red as apples.

When his mother took his hands in hers, and chafed them, full of pity for their suffering, as she thought it, Willie first knew that they were cold by the sweet warmth of the kind hands that chafed them: he had not thought of it before.

Climbing amongst the ruins of the Priory, or playing with Farmer Thomson's boys and girls about the ricks in his yard, in the thin clear saffron twilight which came so early after noon, when, to some people, every breath seemed full of needle-points, so sharp was the cold, he was as comfortable and happy as if he had been a creature of the winter only, and found himself quite at home in it.
For there were ruins, and pretty large ruins too, which they called the Priory.

It was not often that monks chose such a poor country to settle in, but I suppose they had their reasons.