“Staid in bed till nearly 5 this morning because we don’t have to get up so early in the winter time.”
“Great guns! are all the windows open? It’s as cold as Greenland in this flat. The man that called this a steam-heated flat was a poor describer.”
“Scraped the frost off the window so’s I could get a squint at the weather. Looked purty winterish.”
“Well, I hate to get up, but I suppose I must. Not an ounce of steam in the place. And just listen to the crunch of those wheels out there. I’ll bet it’s a hundred below zero.”
“Boots froze stiff. Guess I forgot to grease ’em last night. They slipped on about as easy as a section of stovepipe.”