“It doesn’t apply here.”
“’Deed it does! Don’t let your notions get twisted.”
Sam continued to stare out of the window. “You’re asking too much, Lon. I can’t stand being a butt for a lot of fool jokes—I won’t stand it!”
“What’ll you do? Turn hermit?”
“Why—why, no.”
Lon resumed his work. There was a long pause before he spoke.
“Sam, you take my advice. You’ve been mopin’ around the place for two-three days. Get out and stretch your legs. Take a big tramp—a reg’lar hike. Wonderful what a lot of brain fog you can walk away from if you walk far enough.”
Sam shook his head. “No fun in that. It’s beginning to snow, too.”
“Well, go to-morrow, then. A fresh fall will make crackin’ good snow-shoein’.”
“No fun going alone.”