“Sanna, let’s stand up a while, so we’ll feel better.”

“I’m not cold, Conrad,” she answered.

“Yes you are, Sanna; get up,” he exclaimed.

“This fur jacket is nice and warm,” she said.

“I’ll help you up,” he said.

“No,” she said and was silent again.

Then suddenly it came back to him. Grandmother had said, “Just a tiny sip warms the stomach, so that even on the coldest winter day you can’t feel the cold.”