It was too wet and dreary under the dripping trees for an open camp fire.
The stove was therefore brought into service and set up in the tent, and there they cooked and ate their supper by candle-light.
On a cold and stormy night there is no article in the camp equipment more useful than a little sheet-iron stove.

With its magic touch it transforms a wet and dismal tent into the snuggest and cosiest and most comfortable retreat in the whole world.

Outside the wind was now dashing the rain in angry gusts against the canvas, and moaning drearily through the tree tops.

Within the fire crackled cheerily.

The tent was dry and snug and warm.