"Of course—I can't bear raw fish, I suppose that's from living in civilization so long. I find that a little lemon juice on my tail makes the canned varieties bite splendidly."
"How wonderful," murmured Billy.
"Well, well, Billy Bounce, what have you been doing with yourself since I saw you last? How you've grown."
"I've been pretty well, I thank you—what are you doing now?"
"Nothing much," said Fuzzy sadly. "I came up here to go in the ice business, but I found that old Boreas was the ice man and had a corner on the market, so I'm just looking about for something to turn up. What are you doing?"
"I'm carrying a message to Bogie Man," said Billy.
"You're nearly there then," said Fuzzy, pointing out over the ice fields, "it's just beyond Aurora Borealis and back again ten thousand miles."
"Back again ten thousand miles—isn't that pretty far?"
"Not very, they are imaginary miles, much shorter than the regular kind."