"Lost your nerve, did you?"
"No, I've been in. It's wonderful. Now, I want a drink of brandy, and my bark bed."
He laughed, came to the rescue with a flask, and led her to the place where Bill had spread her blankets.
"Good-night, Undine Goldfish," said Paul, and left her.
Presently, wrapped in her steamer rugs, she slid into sleep, like a mermaid into the sea. About three o'clock Paul turned over to throw a log on the fire, when a small figure, dragging blankets, came into view.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, the night is so big and there's so much sky, it scares me."
"Is the night sapping you up?"
"Yes. I want to lie near the fire and you."
"Poor kid, she wants the lights o' home. Lie here where it's warm."