"I'll get her something, Jake," she said quickly.
"Ma an' me know ye got a lot of sorrow, brat," choked the man, "but Ma were a wonderin' if ye'd run to the shack fer a minute." Noticing the girl's hesitation, "She's awful sick an' mebbe if ye'd come, she'd feel better.'"
"I'll get your wraps, brat," Andy offered.
Both men helped Tessibel into her things. She stood very quiet until Andy held out her mittens.
"I'll only be gone a few minutes," she promised the dwarf. "Come on, Jake!"
And together they went out into the storm.