It was a pretty enough sight that met my eyes on waking.

It made me feel a sort of false happiness for a time, to think we had such a place to camp in on the quiet, and call our own, in a manner of speaking.
Jim soon woke up and stretched himself.

Then father began, quite cheerful like-- 'Well, boys, what d'ye think of the Hollow again?
It's not a bad earth for the old dog-fox and his cubs when the hounds have run him close.
They can't dig him out here, or smoke him out either.

We've no call to do anything but rest ourselves for a week or two, anyhow; then we must settle on something and buckle to it more business-like.

We've been too helter-skelter lately, Jim and I.We was beginning to run risks, got nearly dropped on more nor once.' There's no mistake, it's a grand thing to wake up and know you've got nothing to do for a bit but to take it easy and enjoy yourself.