"You ought to be thankful that you've got any ground to lie on," Bob told him.
"Is that intended for a joke?"
"No. Why?"
"I thought there was no ground for it."
"Smarty."
"Well, don't blame me. I was born that way, you know."
"Just hear that wind," Bob said a few minutes later. "I can't help feeling sorry for the poor dogs outside."
"Them dog all huddle up together. Keep um all warm," Lucky assured them.
"But they'll be buried before morning," Jack objected.
"Sure, snow heap warm. No mind that."