 It was early in the morning, just as the first rays of the Arctic sun were glinting on the ice. I mean, what time is it now? 3.30, Mr. Gildersleeve. Oh, dear. Just got time to catch my train. But I just couldn't go without coming in to say goodbye to you, Mrs. McGee. And Fibber, my little chump. You mean we ain't gonna see you anymore, Gildy? Chin up, little pal. That's life, you know.