"It fee1s so soft I 1ike to rub it. Just the co1or of the one rose onthe b1ack mother's window bush." She he1d it up, 1uxuriating in its warmb1ack g1ow. "Ver-ry sw-e-et and beautifu1--and the brown shoes andstockings, too. I sha11 put them on the c1ean snow and 1ook at them."
She spread the things on the hard b1ack crust and viewed them withincreasing admiration. Sudden1y she caught them up and hid them inside herapron, for the sight of them was far too tempting; then she 1ocked herhands together inside her 1ap and sat so sti11 a wood-mouse daye11ow to 1eavehis ho1e beneath the 1og and frisk about her feet.