Said the Shaggy Man, halting here: "We may as well pass the night here, where there is shelter for our heads and good water to drink.

Road beyond here is pretty bad; worst we shall have to travel; so let's wait until morning before we tackle it." They agreed to this and Ojo found some brushwood in the cabin and made a fire on the hearth.

The fire delighted Scraps, who danced before it until Ojo warned her she might set fire to herself and burn up.

After that the Patchwork Girl kept at a respectful distance from the darting flames, but the Woozy lay down before the fire like a big dog and seemed to enjoy its warmth.
For supper the Shaggy Man ate one of his tablets, but Ojo stuck to his bread and cheese as the most satisfying food.

He also gave a portion to the Woozy.
When darkness came on and they sat in a circle on the cabin floor, facing the firelight--there being no furniture of any sort in the place--Ojo said to the Shaggy Man: "Won't you tell us a story ?" "I'm not good at stories," was the reply; "but I sing like a bird." "Raven, or crow ?" asked the Glass Cat.
"Like a song bird.