“It’s almost sunset, Snippey dear, an’ we’ve been idlin’ here when we ought’er been huntin’ for a house where we can stay till mornin’. It’s fine, I know,” he added, as he took the tiny dog in his arms; “but I don’t believe it would be very jolly to hang ’round in such a place all night. Besides, who knows but there are bears? We must be a terrible long way in the country, an’ if the farmers are as good as Pip Smith tells about, we can get a chance to sleep in a house.”