The fire sank lower and lower, its red eye dimmed, darkened, went out.

Still Caspar did not come.

Faint fears began to gather about poor Dorothy's heart.

It was clear at last that there she must be all the night long, and who could tell how far into the morning?
It was good the night was warm, but it would be very dreary.

And then to be fixed in one position for so long! The thought of it grew in misery faster than the thing itself.