"No, I shall not sleep," said the little girl feebly. Conrad had shaken her by a corner of her coat, in order to make her listen to his words.
Then there was silence again.
After a little while, the boy felt a soft pressure against his arm which became ever heavier. Sanna had fallen asleep and had sunk over toward him.
"Sanna, don't sleep, please, don't sleep!" he said.
"No," she mumbled drowsily, "I shall not sleep."
He moved farther away from her, in order to make her move; she toppled over and would have continued sleeping on the ground. He took hold of her shoulder and shook her. As he moved a little more, he noticed that he was feeling cold himself and that his arm had grown numb. He was frightened and jumped up. He seized his sister, shook her more vigorously and said, "Sanna, get up a little, we want to stand up a little so that we shall feel better."
"I am not cold, Conrad," she answered.
"Yes indeed you are, Sanna, get up," he cried.
"My fur-jacket is warm," she said.
"I shall help you up," he said.