But some one had stored a quantity of hay in the mow beside the barn floor; the sheep were already nibbling at it.
"I don't know whose hay this is," Addison said, "but the sheep must be fed.

The old Squire or Mr.Morey can look up the owners and settle for it afterwards." We strewed armfuls of the hay over the barn floor and let the hungry creatures help themselves.

Then we shut the barn doors and went to the old house.
Every one knows what a cheerless, forbidding place a deserted house is by night.

The partly open door stuck fast; but we squeezed in, and Addison struck a match.

One low room occupied most of the interior; there was a fireplace, but so much snow had come down the large chimney that the prospect of having a fire there was poor.