And Alice kept saying, 'I _am_ so cold! Isn't he coming yet ?' And H.O.wanted to come out and jump about to warm himself.

But we told him he must learn to be a Spartan boy, and that he ought to be very thankful he hadn't got a beastly fox eating his inside all the time.

H.O.is our little brother, and we are not going to let it be our fault if he grows up a milksop.
Besides, it was not really cold.

It was his knees--he wears socks.

So they stayed where they were.