"Summer has gone, winter has come, an' the flowers lay in their graves! How are you, boy ?" Moore had grown paler and thinner during his long confinement in bed.

A weary shade shone in his face and a shadow of pain in his eyes.

But the spirit of his smile was the same as always.
"Hello, Bent, old pard!" replied Moore.

"I guess I'm fine.

Nearly froze last night.