“Yes, and we were there all night, and I got a hiding for it.”
“Not Maggie.”
“Not poor Maggie.”
“And when we couldn’t see our way any more we lifted her up into that old beech where the green woodpecker’s nest was.”
“Yes, and you took off your coat and breeches to cover her up.”
“And so did you, though I reckon one would have been enough now I come to think of it.”
“I don’t know about that. But how we did have to keep on the move all night to keep warm.”
“And dared not go very far for fear of losing the tree.”
“And in the morning I wondered what we should do about getting back our clothes.”
“You wanted me to go because my shirt hadn’t any holes in it.”