"What?"
"I think I hear webs growing between my fingers and toes."
Phyllis laughed so that the partially dried mud on her face cracked.
"What," she said, "are we going to eat this side of winter? What are we going to eat now?"
His face expressed immense concern.
"What? You are hungry? Allow me!"
He produced from his inside pocket a very large cake of sweet chocolate, wrapped in several thicknesses of oiled silk.
"My one contribution," he said, "to the science of woodcraft."
Phyllis ate and was refreshed. Afterward she washed all the mud from her face. Herring watched the progress of the ablution with much interest.