It would not be sufficiently respectful." "That," said Slightly, "is what I was thinking." "But if she lies there," Tootles said, "she will die." "Ay, she will die," Slightly admitted, "but there is no way out." "Yes, there is," cried Peter.

"Let us build a little house round her." They were all delighted.

"Quick," he ordered them, "bring me each of you the best of what we have.

Gut our house.

Be sharp." In a moment they were as busy as tailors the night before a wedding.
They skurried this way and that, down for bedding, up for firewood, and while they were at it, who should appear but John and Michael.