Tony felt a chill run up his back. He glanced at the fire-mountain behind the house. Then he looked into the window again. Anna lay very still in her father's arms.
Anna had heard that story many times. Besides, Anna was very young. She was now asleep!
"Wake up, little sleepy one," said her father. He smoothed her hair gently.
Anna stirred and rubbed her eyes. She had been dreaming about Tony. Oh, Tony, your secret is in danger!
All at once she sat up straight and looked about in a startled way.
She cried, "I must go out to Tony, Papa! I promised to bring him a blanket!"