The storm had handled their garments somewhat roughly, and they were well covered with snow.

The old dog was pleased to see them, and wagged them a welcome, and made sundry other signs of his affection.

And when they had shaken the snow from their garments, and taken seats by the fire, Hanz gave them fresh pipes, which they lighted and proceeded to enjoy while he went to preparing something warm for their stomachs, and doing various other little things regarded as indispensable on such an occasion.
The storm had caught the little house by the shoulders, and was giving it one of its most violent shakes, when the dog suddenly started up, gave a growl, then walked solemnly to the door and listened.

A footstep in the old veranda, then the stamping of feet, and a knock at the door came.

It was Critchel, the little snuffy doctor, who entered, looking for all the world like an enlarged snow-ball.