Jim. We're much obliged for the sled, but we can't take your things; you'll be cold.
Dick. No, we won't, and you must. [Helps him on with his own coat.] You see, you're cold now, and you won't have a good coast if you're not warm. Give me your cap. Here, take my mittens. Dot, take Polly's shawl.
Dot. Now, we'll sit right down here. Dick, you hold the papers.
Jim. Are you all fixed?
Dick and Dot. Oh, beautifully. Oh, thank you.
[Jim and Polly go off.
Dick [calling]. Put Polly on behind.
Dot. Mind the bump at the curbstone.
Dick. Oh, Dot, isn't this fun?
Dot. Yes, lots. Have you got the papers?