"Mistress, will you give a poor man a warm at your fire?" "And welcome," said the young woman, setting him a chair. So he sat down as close to the fire as he could, and spread out his hands to the flames. He had a little knapsack on his back, and the young woman did not doubt that he was an old soldier. "Maybe you are used to the hot countries," she said. "All countries are much the same to me," replied the stranger. "I see nothing to find fault with in this one. You have fine hawthorn-trees hereabouts; just now they are as white as snow; and then you have a noble wood behind you." "Ah, you may well say that," said the young woman. "It is a noble wood to us; it gets us bread. My husband works in it." "And a fine sheet of water there is in it," continued the old man. "As I sat by it to-day it was pretty to see those cranes, with red legs, stepping from leaf to leaf of the water-lilies so lightly." As he spoke he looked rather wistfully at a little saucepan which stood upon the hearth. "Why, I shouldn't wonder if you were hungry," said the young woman, laying her baby in the cradle, and spreading a cloth on the round table. "My husband will be home soon, and if you like to stay and sup with him and me, you will be kindly welcome." The old man's eyes sparkled when she said this, and he looked so very old and seemed so weak that she pitied him. He turned a little aside from the fire, and watched her while she set a brown loaf on the table, and fried a few slices of bacon; but all was ready, and the kettle had been boiling some time before there were any signs of the husband's return. "I never knew Will to be so late before," said the stranger. "Perhaps he is carrying his logs to the saw-pits." "Will!" exclaimed the wife. "What, you know my husband, then? I thought you were a stranger in these parts." "Oh, I have been past this place several times," said the old man, looking rather confused; "and so, of course, I have heard of your husband. Nobody's stroke in the wood is so regular and strong as his." "And I can tell you he is the handiest man at home," began his wife. "Ah, ah," said the old man, smiling at her eagerness; "and here he comes, if I am not mistaken." At that moment the woodman entered. "Will," said his wife, as she took his bill-book from him, and hung up his hat, "here's an old soldier come to sup with us, my dear." And as she spoke, she gave her husband a gentle push toward the old man, and made a sign that he should speak to him. "Kindly welcome, master," said the woodman. "Wife, I'm hungry; let's to supper." The wife turned some potatoes out of the little saucepan, set a jug of beer on the table, and they all began to sup. The best of everything was offered by the wife to the stranger. The husband, after looking earnestly at him for a few minutes, kept silence. "And where might you be going to lodge tonight, good man, if I'm not too bold?" asked she.