I can just see him, under his lamp-post.
DINAH.
The fog will hurt him.
PEGGY.
Hush! I told him we'd whistle twice.
DINAH.
Do it!
PEGGY.
[Peggy makes two or three ineffectual attempts to whistle.] Girls, it's ominous—my whistle has left me. [ To Queckett, taking his arm.] Come and whistle!