"Come along and make yourselves at home." His every movement was full of brisk energy, and his voice carried with it a note of cheery frankness that bespoke the simplicity and kindliness of the good and honest heart.
In a few moments Brown had a fire blazing in front of the tent, for the night air was chill, and a heavy dew was falling.
"Here you are," he cried, throwing down a couple of rugs before the fire.

"Make yourselves comfortable.

I believe in comfort myself." "Well," said French, glancing into the tent, throwing himself down before the fire, "you apparently do, and you have attained an unqualified success in exemplifying your belief.

You certainly do yourself well." "Oh, I am a lazy dog," said Brown cheerfully, "and can't do without my comforts.

But you don't know how glad I am to see you.