Besides, if they didn't, we could sit down in a dry place somewhere, and wait till morning; there wouldn't anything hurt us.
Oh, you brought your waterproof--good! Put it on and button it up tight." Joy had the cloak folded over her arm.

She did passively as Gypsy told her.

When it was all buttoned, she suddenly remembered that Gypsy wore only her thin, nankeen sack, and she offered to share it with her.
"No," said Gypsy, "I don't want it.

Wrap it around your throat as warm as you can.

I got you into this scrape, and now I'm going to take care of you.