Anyway, it's too cold, and it's going to storm pretty pronto.

Hey! Yuh cold, old-timer ?" The baby whimpered a little and snuggled its face down against Bud's chest.

So Bud lifted his foot and scraped some snow off a nearby log, and set the baby down there while he took off his coat and wrapped it around him, buttoning it like a bag over arms and all.

The baby watched him knowingly, its eyes round and dark blue and shining, and gave a contented little wriggle when Bud picked it up again in his arms.
"Now you're all right till we get to where it's warm," Bud assured it gravely.

"And we'll do some steppin', believe me.