“She wants to gang hame. When shall we sail back again?”
“Next summer, I hope. What nonsense! How could we sail when we’re frozen up?”
“Preak a way oot. She wadna mind helping.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. But I say, I wouldn’t dress up so warmly as that now.”
“Why, she’s tressed oop wairmly!”
“I’ve only got this sheep-skin coat on. If you dress like this now, what will you do when it grows cold?”
“Phwat!” cried Watty excitedly. “Ye dinna mean that she can be more caud than this?”
“Yes, this is nothing. Wait a bit till the sun does not rise at all, and it’s all dark, and then I s’pose it’s going to be tremendously cold.”
“Dinna say it, sir; dinna say it!”
“Why not? It’s true enough!” cried Steve.