The mist lifted a bit, but I don't suppose any one could see the candle down at Wastdale.

Ugh! ugh! Perhaps there'll be an article in a scientific paper about a curious phenomenon on the top of Scafell Pike.

Wish I knew how to warm phenomenons! I've put on the spare shirt over my coat, and stuffed my feet into my knapsack, and wrapped last Friday's _Daily News_ round my body and legs.

Oh-h-h! why _did_ I make a beast of myself to those two dear Cambridge fellows?
Think of them now, with blankets tucked round their chins, and their noses in the pillow, snoring away; and their coats and bags lying idle about in the room.

I do believe if I had their two suits on over my own I might keep warm.