“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”
“Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.”
“A guitarist or a drummer can get a cold and still play; I get a cold and sound like a wet mitten trying to sing you a love song. Charming.”
“The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.”
“To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.”
“Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it...At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.”