Mother Eskimo. "Oh, no. That would not make good boots. I need sealskin for them. Besides I wish to use the bearskin to make some trousers. I must have new ones."
"O Polly," said Peter, "women do not wear trousers."
"Eskimo women do, Peter. Now you go and catch me a seal."
Father Eskimo. "But it is cold. I may have to watch many hours for a seal. I must sit very still beside his hole in the ice. If I move, he will not come up there to breathe. Perhaps I shall freeze, sitting so still."
Mother Eskimo. "No, you will not. Do I not make you good fur clothes? Do I not sew them with my good bone needle? They will keep you warm."
Father Eskimo. "Yes, but don't I have to get the fur for them? That is harder than making the clothes."
Mother Eskimo. "I am not so sure that it is. Should you like to scrape the skins to clean them? Should you like to chew them to make them soft?"
Father Eskimo. "No, I should rather hunt than chew skins. So I will go now."
Father Eskimo crawled out of the igloo. He called to the dogs.