As the Bed was saying so soothingly, “Wait and see, wait and see,” a gentle breeze began to blow, the curtains of the old bed filled out like sails, and it glided with a gentle roll over the silvery ocean.
Before Coppertop could worry any further over Tibbs or Kiddiwee, she was sound asleep.
CHAPTER V.
THEY MEET THEIR FIRST BEAR
WHEN Coppertop opened her eyes, her first thought was that the bed had become very hard, and her second that she was cold, freezingly cold.
She sat up. And then, to her great surprise, she saw that she was on the bed no longer, but seated upon something white and glistening.
“Why, it’s snow!” she declared, “beautiful, crisp snow. But however did I get here?”
“What does that matter?” said a familiar voice, and, looking round, she beheld Tibbs and Kiddiwee.
With a scream of delight, she flung her arms round them, but Tibbs wriggled out of her reach—he never liked being hugged.