The recital was quite endless, as they pushed farther and farther into the shadows, and it was the uneasiness which the dim light raised in her that made Kate determine that the time had come to go home.
"Now," she said, "we're going for that walk." "Not away down there!" cried Joan.
Kate winced.
"It's lots nicer here, munner.

You'd ought to just see what we have to eat! And my, Daddy Dan knows how to fix things." "Of course he does.

Now put on your hat and your cloak, Joan." "This is lots warmer, munner." "Don't you like it ?" she added in alarm, stroking the delicate fur.
"Take it off!" Kate ripped away the fastenings and tossed the skin far away.
"Oh!" breathed Joan.
"It isn't clean! It isn't clean," cried Kate.

"Oh, my poor, darling baby! Get your bonnet and your cloak, Joan, quickly." "We're coming back ?" "Of course." Joan trudged obediently to the side of the cave and produced both articles, sadly rumpled, and Kate buttoned her into them with trembling fingers.

Something akin to cold made her shake now.