Several bear skins and other rugs lay upon the oaken floor.

There were chairs and tables with books upon them, and, at one end, the dry wood that filled a great fireplace was crackling and flashing merrily.

The practical Suzanne, noticing the heap, had set a match to it at once, and already the room, great as it was, was filled with warmth and light.

Julie, having taken off her heavy furs, was sitting in a chair before the fire, the leaping flames deepening the light in her eyes and the new rose in her cheeks.
John's heart swelled with thankfulness and joy.

He had not dreamed that so much could be achieved.