"Oh, you mean the Mazeppa on the iron fire frame."
"Yes"—Ethan sat up again, with dilated eyes—"wolfs comin' after him, wif mouths wide open."
"Oh, well, they don't eat him up; he gets away, and lives happy ever after."
"I am glad!"
He lay down, and she covered him up.
"I'd sing to you, but I'm afraid it would disturb my mother."
"Then, couldn't you say some more poetry or something?"
"I don't believe I know anything you'd like."
"Oh, I'd like anything—except the 'May Queen.'"
She sat silent a moment, and then began: