The silence grew painful.

In his anxiety to relieve them, he bethought him of their uncovered heads and houseless state.
"Do you live in the village; or do you camp near by ?" Momus shook his head.

Laodice appreciated the boy's concern for them but could not make an attempt to explain.
"Then," he offered promptly, "come have my fire and my rock.

It is the best rock in all these hills; and my tent," he added, showing the skins that wrapped him.

"I wear my tent; it saves my carrying it.
Indeed I do not need it; you may have it.