"O Pen! it's coming."
"Don't shut your eyes, Susie: keep 'em open, and see it come."
Susie did try; but when that tall, majestic trunk seemed to throw out its great arms, and give the matter up, she could not look any longer, and she put her head down. Then she heard a tremendous dull, crashing sound, and her eyes came open to see a cloud of light snow rising from the spot on which the forest-king had fallen.
"Isn't it splendid!"
"Yes, Pen, it's wonderful."
"Vosh's tree is almost ready. There! it's going to go."
Vosh had not been as careful as Deacon Farnham in aiming the fall of his tree, for it went down into the arms of a smaller one, crashing and breaking through them; and the sharp, snapping sound of the crushed branches went far and wide through the silence of the snowy forest.
Pen said nothing, and Susie was conscious of a sort of still feeling, as if she had no further remarks to make just then.