"Don't you fellows expect to feed your visitors ?" "We'll feed you," Dick agreed, "though we had made no plans for visitors and didn't expect any." Hen had some difficulty in getting off his coat.
"Are you as stiff as that ?" asked Prescott, going to the other fellow's assistance.
"I tell you, I'm just about frozen to death," moaned Hen.

"My, how cold it came on, just after dark! The wind began to howl, and I could feel the ice forming on my chin every time I breathed.

I thought sure I was going to freeze to death in the woods.

I'd about given up when I saw your lights." "How long has it been snowing ?" Dave asked.
"Don't you fellows know ?" Hen demanded.
"No; we were in here, getting supper and then eating it.

We didn't know that it had even started to snow." "It wasn't snowing at dark, but it began some time after," replied Hen, as he took the chair Dick offered and sank into it before the warming glow.
"Don't get too close to the fire until you thaw out a bit," advised Dick.