When the people had all gone away, Menie and Monnie sat down on the
side of the sledge. Nip and Tup were busy burying bones in the snow.
The other dogs had eaten all they wanted to and were now lying down
asleep in the sun, with their noses on their paws.
Everything was still and cold. It was so still you could almost hear
the silence, and so bright that the twins had to squint their eyes. In
the air there was a faint smell of cooking meat.
Menie sniffed. "I'm so hungry I could eat my boots," he said.
"There are better things to eat than boots," Monnie answered. "What
would you like best of everything in the world if you could have it?"
"A nice piece of blubber from a walrus or some reindeer tallow," said
Menie.
"Oh, no," Monnie cried. "That isn't half as good as reindeer's stomach,
or fishes' eyes! Um-m how I love fishes' eyes! I tell you, Menie, let's
get something to eat and then go fishing, before the sun goes down!"
"All right," said Menie. "Let's see if Mother won't give us a piece of
bear's fat! That is almost as good as blubber or fishes' eyes."