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Here Mona and Dorothy grow suddenly deeply interested, and lean forward. Cold Maker said, "Here is your new robe," and Broken Bow took from the bears their thick, warm skins. Now, Mickey's idea of "raal grand" scenery is the kitchen fire. Bays and rocks and moonlight, and such like comfortless stuff, would be designated by him as "all my eye an' Betty Martin." He would consider the bluest water that ever rolled a poor thing if compared to the water that boiled in the big kettle, and sadly inferior to such cold water as might contain a "dhrop of the crather." So no wonder he views with dismay Mr. Rodney's evident intention of spending another half hour or so on the top of Carrick dhuve. "Certainly dear. Who is it?".