dead limbs torn from them by last winter's
blasts, to burn up the chill in the old
Man Killer's heart.

Una's little nose, piquantly tiptilted,
warmed from a fashionable orchid-color
to a cheery rose pink, with the excitement,
the pressing adventure of trailing
firewood among the rocks and dragging
it captive to the new-born blaze which
Pem was fanning with her breath and with
the breezy bellows of her short green skirt.

As for the sufferer, hope stirred anew
in him as he turned his head towards the
naming pennons of good cheer, while the
fire, prospering gayly, feathered its nest
with scarlet down.

He saw, too, that the fire-witch was preparing
something in that red nest for him.

Raking out ? the first glowing embers,
she filled her little aluminum cup at the
rill and set it among them; when it
steamed she shook into it a few drops
from the little vial--the aromatic spirits
of ammonia--and held it to his lips.

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