“No, I have not, but I will get some tinder, and make a fire with one of the fagots, and then you will be able to see.”
“Do so, then, my good lad,” replied she.
I thought her voice very pleasing.
I soon lighted the fagot and enabled her to see Nero (who was now quite quiet), and also the interior of the cabin.
She examined the cabin and the bed-places, and then said:
“Where do you sleep?”
I replied by showing her my bed-place. “And this,” said I, pointing to the one opposite, “was Jackson’s, and you can sleep in that. Nero sleeps with me. Here are plenty of seal-skins to keep you warm, if you are cold. Are your clothes wet?”
“No, they are quite dry now,” replied she; “if you will get me some seal-skins, I will lie down on them, for I am very tired.”
I spread five or six skins one on the other, in Jackson’s bed-place, and then I went out and threw another fagot on the fire, that we might have more light.
“Do you want anything else?” said I.