They had been just in time to escape a pack of wolves that howled horribly for a while, and then sat upon their haunches, staring silently up at the sweet new food, which they believed would fall at last into their mouths.
Paul at length said weakly: "Henry, I'm mighty glad you're a light sleeper.

If it had been left to me to wake up first I'd have woke up right in the middle of the stomachs of those wolves." "Well, we're here and we're safe for the present," said Henry who never troubled himself over what was past and gone, "and I think this is a mighty fine beech tree.

I know that you and I, Paul, will never see another so big and friendly and good as it is." Paul laughed, now with more heart.
"You are right, Henry," he said.

"You are a mighty good friend, Mr.Big Beech Tree, and as a mark of gratitude I shall kiss you right in the middle of your honest barky old forehead," and he touched his lips lightly to the great trunk.

Paul was an imaginative boy, and his whim pleased him.