Bill says they all go to sleep.

But I don't see how _that_ keeps them warm, Uncle Andy." "Oh, _Bill_!" remarked Uncle Andy, in a tone which stripped all Bill's statements of the last shreds of authority.

"But, as a matter of fact, there _aren't_ many youngsters around in the woods in winter--not enough for you to be looking so solemn about.

They're mostly born early enough in spring and summer to be pretty well grown up by the time winter comes on them." "Gee!" murmured the Child enviously.

"I wish I could get grown up as quick as that." Uncle Andy sniffed.
"There are lots of people besides you," said he, "that don't know when they're well off.