"It wouldn't do to have a fire here if we had matches. We might set the woods on fire. We ought to get out into some open place to do that."
"Couldn't we find one?"
"It's warmer here, more sheltered, you know. Are you very cold, Mary Lee? Take my coat."
"I'll do no such thing," Mary Lee refused determinedly. "It's no colder for me than for you."
"Then let's sit close." So the two cousins snuggled together, each feeling comfort from the nearness of the other.
"I wish we had something to eat," sighed Mary Lee after a silence. "It will be a long time before morning. Shall you dare to go to sleep, Phil?"
"I—don't know."
"Do you suppose they will try to find us?"
"My father will, I know."
"What are you thinking about?" said Mary Lee after another long pause.