"Is what?" asked Billy.
"Snow joke, of course—I feel frisky this morning and I must have my joke."
"You're always frisky," said Fuzzy White sulkily.
"Who wouldn't be—I just exchanged my old bicycle for an icicle this morning and it works like a charm," said Boreas.
"I suppose you travel rather fast," said Billy, hoping to keep his mind off of Nickel Plate and Bogie Man.
"Talking about me, were you?" said Boreas, arriving in a swirl of.—Page 172.
"Fast," answered Boreas, puffing his chest way out, "fast—why, while you are jumping three miles, I will have run a hundred."
"That's blowing," murmured Fuzzy White.
"Then you recognize me?" said Billy.