Every time he mended the fire he moved a little, until he could feel the touch of her garments against him.

Then he began to plan for the winter; how they would store food for the long, cold days, how much fuel would be required, when they would go to the city for their winter clothing, what they would read, and how they would work together at the drawings.
"I am almost too anxious to wait longer to get back to my carving," he said.

"Whoever would have thought this spring that fall would come and find the birds talking of going, the caterpillars spinning winter quarters, the animals holing up, me getting ready for the cold, and your candlesticks not finished.

Winter is when you really need them.

Then there is solid cheer in numbers of candles and a roaring wood fire.