I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire was still burning, and the snow had stopped falling.
"It's my turn to sleep now," said Vitalis; "as the fire goes down you throw on this wood that I've got already here."
He had piled up a heap of small wood by the grate. My master, who slept much lighter than I, did not wish me to wake him by pulling down the wood from the walls each time I needed it. So from this heap that he had prepared, I could take the wood and throw on the fire without making a noise. It was a wise thing to do, but alas, Vitalis did not know what the result would be.
He stretched out now before the fire with Pretty-Heart in his coverlet cuddled up against him, and soon, from his deep breathing, I knew that he had fallen asleep. Then I got up softly and went to the opening to see how it looked outside.
All the grass, the bushes, and the trees were buried in snow. Everywhere the eye rested was a dazzling white. The sky was dotted with twinkling stars, but although they were so bright it was the snow which shed the pale light over the earth. It was much colder now; it was freezing hard.
Oh! what should we have done in the depths of the forest in the snow and the cold if we had not found this shelter?
Although I had walked on tiptoe to the opening without scarcely making a sound, I had roused the
