Balsam makes the best bed you can get in the North, except moss, and you've got to dry the moss." For fifteen minutes he clipped off the soft ends of the balsam limbs and Joanne gathered them in her arms and carried them into the tepee.

Then he went in with her, and showed her how to make the bed.

He made it a narrow bed, and a deep bed, and he knew that Joanne was watching him, and he was glad the tan hid the uncomfortable glow in his face when he had finished tucking in the end of the last blanket.
"You will be as cozy as can be in that," he said.
"And you, John ?" she asked, her face flushing rosily.

"I haven't seen another tent for you and Donald." "We don't sleep in a tent during the summer," he said.

"Just our blankets--out in the open." "But--if it should rain ?" "We get under a balsam or a spruce or a thick cedar." A little later they stood beside the fire.