urt ankle to rest upon, and found a beautiful
lynx skin with which to cover her feet. The back of the chair he made
high, and hinged it with leather to the seat, arranging it so that by
means of pegs it might be raised or lowered. Without lumber, and with
the most simple tools, he sawed and hewed the logs, and lacking nails
he set it together with pegs, but what matter? It was comfortable, and
in the making of it he eased his heart by expressing his love without
sorrowful betrayal.

Amalia laughed as she sat in it, one day, close to the open door,
because the air was too pinching cold for her to be out. She laughed
as she put her hands in the soft fur and drew her fingers through it,
and looked up in Harry's face.

"You are thinking me so foolish, yes, to have about me the skins of
poor little killed beasts? Yet I weeped all those tears on your coat
because to see the other--yes,--hanging beside the door. It is so we
are--is not?"

"I'm glad enough you're not consistent. It would be a blot on your
character."

"But for why, Mr. 'Arry?"

"Oh, I couldn't stand it."

Again she laughed. "How it is very peculiar--that reason you give. Not
to stand it! Could you then to sit it?" But Harry only laughed and
looked away from her. She laid her face against the soft fur. "Good
little animals--to give me your life. But some time you would
die--perhaps with sorrow of hunger and age, and the life be for
nothing. This is better."

"There you're right. Let me draw you back in the room and close the
door. It will freeze to-night, I'm thinking."

"Oh, not yet, please! I have yet to see the gloryful sky of the west.
Last evening how it was beautiful! To-night it will be more lovely to
look upon for the long line of little cloud there on which the red of
the sun will burn like fire in the heaven over the mountain."

"You must enjoy the beauty, Amalia, and then pray that there may be no
snow. It looks like it, and we want the snow to hold off until Larry
comes back."

"We pray, always, my mamma and I. She that he come back quickly, and
me--I pray that he come back safely--but to be soon--it is such terror
to me."

"Larry will find a way out of the difficulty. He will have an excuse
all thought out for your mother. I am more anxious about the snow with
a sunset sky like that, but I don't know anything about this region."

"Mr. 'Arry, so very clever you are in making things, can you help me
to one more thing? I like very much