with interest. “I never heard of sewing a roof before,” she said with a smile. “It’s either sewing the roof or reaping the whirlwind,” he laughed. “It may not rain before we get out of here, but I think it’s best not to take any chances. The woods are not friendly when they’re wet. Besides, I’d rather not have any doctor’s bills.” “That’s not likely here,” she laughed. “And the lunch is ready,” she announced. All that afternoon he worked upon her shelter and by sunset it was weather-tight. On three sides and top it was covered with birches, and over the opening toward the fire was a projecting eave which could be lowered over one side as a protection from the wind. When he had finished it he stood at one side and examined his handiwork with an approving eye. She had already thanked him many times. “Of course, I don’t know how to show my gratitude,” she said again. “Then don’t try.” “But you can’t sleep out again.” “Oh, yes, I can. I’m going to anyway.” “You mustn’t.” He glanced up at her quizzically. “Why not?” “I want to take my share.” “I’m afraid you can’t. That house is yours. You’re going to sleep there. I’m afraid you’ll have to obey orders,”[45] he finished. “You see, I’m bigger than you are.” [45] Her eyes measured his long limbs and her lips curved in a crooked little smile. “I don’t like to obey orders.” “I’m afraid you must.”
Prev.
Back
Top