Even the bed, in one corner, was made of pine boughs and skins.
"I wonder how there happens to be only five wolves," said Anne.

"I thought they went about in large packs." "They are probably mama and papa and the whole family," replied Hippy.
"The smallest, friskiest ones, I think, are young ladies, by the way they switched along behind the others and hung back kind of shy-like." "Now, Hippy Wingate, don't tell us such a romance as that," warned Grace, "when you were so winded you could hardly look in front of you, much less behind you." At that moment there was another crash against the door while two gray paws and the tip of a pointed muzzle could be seen on one of the window sills.
"It's almost three o'clock," said Tom Gray, looking at his watch.

"I think we'll have to do something, or we shall be penned here all night.
Now, what shall it be?
Suppose we have a friendly council and consider." "All right," said David; "the meeting is open for suggestions.

What do you advise, Anne ?" Anne smiled thoughtfully.
"I have no advice to offer," she said, "unless you shoot one of the wolves and let the others eat him up.

Perhaps that would take the edge off their appetites." "No, that would only serve as an appetizer," answered David.