She turned aside and trotted over to it.
The wear and tear of spring storms and melting snows had underwashed the bank and in one place had made a small cave out of a narrow fissure.
She paused at the mouth of the cave and looked the wall over carefully.
Then, on one side and the other, she ran along the base of the wall to where its abrupt bulk merged from the softer-lined landscape.

Returning to the cave, she entered its narrow mouth.

For a short three feet she was compelled to crouch, then the walls widened and rose higher in a little round chamber nearly six feet in diameter.

The roof barely cleared her head.

It was dry and cosey.