Each fellow brought his own, and on a night like this any fellow who lends any of his bedding is bound to catch cold when the fire runs lower and the place gets chilly." "But I gotter have blankets," whined Dutcher.

"I can't freeze, either." "I'll tell you what you do, Hen," Dick went on.

"There are seven overcoats in the crowd.

They'll keep you warm enough." "But there's snow on the coats, or where the snow has melted its water," objected Hen.

"I'll tell you what you do.