Zashue had returned, and was quietly asleep by her side.

She arose and glided into the kitchen, noiselessly, stealthily.
The floor was clean.

She felt around; not a trace of the objectionable pile could be noticed.

Unspeakable was the feeling of relief with which she returned to her husband's side and extended herself on the hides again; sound sleep came to her, and when she awoke it was daylight.

She felt stronger, brighter.