"Gerrit came home dripping wet two days ago," said Adeline. "He had been standing on the front of the tram, in a pelting rain, and he was wet to the skin."
"But, Gerrit, why did you do it?"
"To get the wind in my face, Sissy...."
"And to catch cold."
He laughed:
"There, don't worry about me. My old carcase," striking his chest, "can stand some knocking about."
"But you're looking ill."
"Oh, rot!"
"Yes, you're looking ill."
"I want some air. The weather's not so bad. It's not raining, it's only blowing fit to blow your head off. Are you afraid of the wind, or will you come for a walk with your brother?"