"It's in the small box." "Then as the poles are cut, the boys will soon put it up.

In the meantime, supper's ready." He took her across the narrow open space, and when near the fire she stopped and looked about.

It was after ten o'clock, but a pale-green glow shone above the pines, whose ragged tops cut against it in a black saw-edge.

Below, a river brawled among dark rocks, catching a reflection here and there, and then plunging into shadow.

It was not dark; she could see the brush and the wild-berry vines that crawled between the trunks.