"come, you odd little thing!" cried the honest man, seizing her by the hand, "i have caught you at last, and will make you comfortable in spite of yourself. we will put a nice warm pair of worsted stockings on your frozen little feet, and you shall have a good thick shawl to wrap yourself in. your poor white nose, i am afraid, is actually frost-bitten. but we will make it all right. come along in."