It is a great-coat that softens to us the heat of the day, and the cold of the night.

It carries sounds to our ears and smells to our nostrils.

Its movements fill Nature with ceaseless change; and without their aid in wafting ships over the sea, commerce and civilization would have been scarce possible.

It is of all wonders the most wonderful.'" At another time when Dorian had a cold, and consequently, a loss of appetite, his mother urged him to eat more, saying that he must have strength to throw off his cold.
"What is a cold ?" he smilingly asked.
"Why, a cold is--a cold, of course, you silly boy." "What does it do to the activities of the body ?" "I'm not a doctor; how can I tell." "All mothers are doctors and nurses; they do a lot of good, and some things that are not so good.

For instance, why should I eat more when I have a cold ?" She did not reply, and so he went on: "The body is very much like a stove or a furnace; it is burning material all the time.
Sometimes the clinkers accumulate and stop the draft, both in the human as well as the iron stove.