“But about midnight I heard a great noise, which waked me up. I opened my eyes, and looked around, and I saw a great light shining through the cracks.”
“What cracks?” asked Rollo.
“Why, the cracks between the slabs.”
“Where were the slabs?” asked Rollo.
“Why, the upper part of the house was made of slabs, and there were cracks between them, where I could see out.”
“I should think the wind and rain would come in,” said Rollo.
“Yes,” replied Dorothy; “so they did, when it was stormy, but not enough to do any harm, because I could always move my bed away from the side where the wind blew; only in the winter the snow used to blow away in to my bed, wherever I put it. But that did not do any harm, because the snow would shake all off again.”
“Was not there any window in your chamber?” asked Rollo.
“Why, it was not a chamber exactly,” replied Dorothy; “we called it a loft. There was a window left in one end, but that was fastened up by a board. So I could only see the lights through the cracks.”
“What was the noise that you heard?” asked Rollo.