"Oh, yes, I'm lovely and warm now," replied Erica.
"We are disciples of the Simple Life," continued Duane. "What could be a simpler way of living than this? Erica, think how years hence you'll tell your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren how you were lost on the downs and spent the night in a wooden hut with the howling of savage wolves outside, thirsting for your blood."
"But that would be an awful whopper," objected Erica. "There aren't any wolves left in England."
"Aren't there? What a pity! However, to come back to our original question. What shall we do to pass away the time?"
"You and Kitty can tell stories," suggested Erica brilliantly.
"Good gracious! But I don't know any," protested Kitty in alarm.
"Can't you tell one out of your head?"
"But how can I, when there aren't any in there?"
"Well, Duane will, then."
"Very well," said Duane resignedly. "What sort of a story do you want?"