It is nothing strange that a man should wear a straw hat; but--well,
listen to my story.
One winter I was travelling near Lake Ontario, and, as the day was dark,
I could not see every one in the car very plainly. There was a little
old man near whose face I could but just see--for he had on a small
black hat, and his coat collar was turned up. Soon after I noticed him
the train stopped at the station where I was to get off. The old man and
five or six other persons also left the train. We all stepped into a
sleigh, and were driven several miles over the snow to a hotel.
"It is _very_ cold," said the little old man as we started.
"Yes," said one of the passengers; "but we shall not be long going."
After a short pause, he again spoke:
"It is certainly very cold. I am truly afraid I shall freeze before we
get there."
"O, no! not so very cold," said I, drawing my fur cap tightly over my
ears.
"I was never so cold in my life!" growled the little man. "My ears are
freezing, now."
"Sorry I can't help you," I said, with a feeling of true sympathy; "but
we have not much further to go."
Presently he growled again:
"I know I shall freeze, anyhow. Can I take your muffler?"