But she did not. Nor the next time—nor the next time—nor the next.
But Sunrise went away appeased.
And when the frost went out of the ground he selected the side of a hill where the sun smote from early morning till late afternoon and fell to burrowing and digging a splendid cave, which was to be the very largest and most splendid cave of which there was any record up to that time.
But the work progressed slowly, for he was obliged to hunt betimes, and the cave was to be of splendid proportions. It was not finished until the spring was well advanced.
Tall violets stood by the brooks, flowers crowded between stones, and grew over the open places, trees, bushes, hills, valleys and forests were misty with new green.
Sunrise arose in the sparkling dawn and took up his bow and his arrows. Birds were trilling in the forest.
“To-day,” he said, “I will hunt, and to-night—to-night—.”