Where he was he did not know, what to do he did not know; had he not been eight years old on his last birthday I almost think he would have begun to cry.

He felt, too, all of a sudden so cold, even though before he had got out of bed he had taken the precaution to put on his red flannel dressing-gown, and till now had felt quite pleasantly warm.

It was only for half a moment, however, that the idea of crying came over him.
"I'm very glad poor little Jeanne isn't here," he said to himself by way of keeping up his own courage; "she _would_ have been afraid.

But as I'm a boy it doesn't matter.

I'll just try to find my way all the same.