Once the animal made a fierce snap at his shoulder, but he deftly avoided it, gave it a thrust with a sharp-pointed stick, and began the song again.

Presently he rose and came towards the fire.
As he did so he heard the door open.

Turning round quickly, he saw Christine standing just inside.

She had a shawl thrown round her, and one hand was thrust in the pocket of her dress.

She looked from him to the bear, then back again to him.
He did not realise why she had come.