Then they crept in and ate sleepily the food that a sleepy cookee set out for them.
By morning the mere surface of this sprinkled water had frozen, the remainder beneath had drained away, and so Radway found in his road considerable patches of shell ice, useless, crumbling.

He looked in despair at the sky.

Dimly through the gray he caught the tint of blue.
The sun came out.

Nut-hatches and wood-peckers ran gayly up the warming trunks of the trees.

Blue jays fluffed and perked and screamed in the hard-wood tops.