“And in that time were Strange Happenings: the Air moved harshly, the Warmth of the Sky grew Less, on some mornings the tops of puddles grew Hard and Cold. II. And the nomes said unto one another, What is this Thing? From The Book of Nome, Quarries Chap. 1, v. I–II “WINTER,” SAID MASKLIN firmly. “It’s called winter.” Abbot Gurder frowned at him. “You never said it would be like this,” he said. “It’s so cold.” “Call this cold?” said Granny Morkie. “Cold? This ain’t cold. You think this is cold? Y...ou wait till it gets really cold!” She was enjoying this, Masklin noticed; Granny Morkie always enjoyed doom—it was what kept her going. “It’ll be really cold then, when it gets cold. You get real frosts and, and water comes down out of the sky in frozen bits!” She leaned back triumphantly. “What d’you think to that, then? Eh?” “You don’t have to use baby talk to us.” Gurder sighed. “We can read, you know. We know what snow is.” “Yes,” said Dorcas.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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