THE DEVIL'S POOL
"That 's true, thank God," exclaimed the laborer; "if we can grope about and find a little dead wood, we shall be able to dry ourselves and get warm."
"That 's not difficult," said little Marie; "dead wood always cracks when you step on it. But will you give me the saddle?"
"What do you want of it?"
"To make a bed for the child. No, not that way. Upside down. He will not roll off into the hollow, and it is still very warm from the horse's back. Prop it up all around with the stones that you see there."
"I can't see a stone; you must have cat's eyes."
"There, it is all done, Germain. Hand me your cloak so that you can wrap up his little feet, and throw my cape over his body. Just see if he is not as comfortable as though he were in his own bed, and feel how warm he is."
"You certainly know how to take care of children, Marie."
"I need not be a witch to do that; now get your tinderbox from your bag, and I will arrange the wood."
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