"What shavings ?" "For the fire in the morning, of course.

So get up and cut them." He obeyed without a word; but ere he was done she had ceased to hear him.
The ubiquitous bacon was abroad on the air when she opened her eyes.
Day had broken, and with it the storm.

The wet sun was shining cheerily over the drenched landscape and in at the wide-spread flaps.
Already work had begun, and groups of men were filing past under their packs.

Frona turned over on her side.

Breakfast was cooked.