as they trudged wearily through the sifting snow with their hands plunged deeply into their pockets, they both wished, oh how they wished they could be sitting snuggly by the open hearth, watching the fire crackling merrily sipping their steaming mugs of scalding hot coco
“never mind Judy” said Beatrice incoherently “it will soon be summer”
“hey mickey whats incoherently mean”