“Lots,” answered Chub. “They can run like sixty!”
“Besides,” said Harry, “polar bears aren’t green, and the boat’s going to be green.”
“Polar bears are green before they’re boiled,” said Chub flippantly. “And anyway the boat isn’t painted yet. It could just as well be white as green.”
“Why don’t you name it Dick?” asked Roy. “You’re about the fastest thing on the ice I know of.”
“Glacier?” queried Chub.
“Icy, but slow,” said Dick.
“I know!” cried Harry. “North Wind!”
“That’s not bad, is it?” asked Dick. “Only I suppose it’s been used dozens of times. I’ll put that down, anyway. Try again, Harry.”
Harry settled her chin in the palm of one hand and frowned intensely at the leaping flames.
“Blast!” exclaimed Chub. “You speak of an icy blast, don’t you know?”