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The Little house
ButthoughtheyfoundherdeepinsnowintheFigs,itseemedimpossibletothankMaimie,fortheycouldnotwakenher.Theywentthroughtheformofthankingher—thatistosay,thenewKingstoodonherbodyandreadheralongaddressofwelcome,butsheheardnotawordofit.Theyalsoclearedthesnowoffher,butsoonshewascoveredagain,andtheysawshewasindangerofperishingofcold.
’Turnherintosomethingthatdoesnotmindthecold,’seemedagoodsuggestionofthedoctors,buttheonlythingtheycouldthinkofthatdoesnotmindcoldwasasnowflake.’Anditmightmelt,’theQueenpointedout,sothatideahadtobegivenup.
Amagnificentattemptwasmadetocarryhertoashelteredspot,butthoughthereweresomanyofthemshewastooheavy.Bythistimealltheladieswerecryingintheirhandkerchiefs,butpresentlytheCupidshadalovelyidea.’Buildahouseroundher,’theycried,andatonceeverybodyperceivedthatthiswasthethingtodo;inamomentahundredfairysawyerswereamongthebranches,architectswererunningroundMaimie,measuringher;abricklayer’syardsprangupatherfeet,seventy-fivemasonsrushedupwiththefoundation-stone,andtheQueenlaidit,overseerswereappointedtokeeptheboysoff,scaffoldingswererunup,thewholeplacerangwithhammersandchiselsandturning-lathes,andbythistimetheroofwasonandtheglazierswereputtinginthewindows.
ThehousewasexactlythesizeofMaimie,andperfectlylovely.Oneofherarmswasextended,andthishadbotheredthemforasecond,buttheybuiltaverandahrounditleadingtothefrontdoor.Thewindowswerethesizeofacolouredpicture-bookandthedoorrathersmaller,butitwouldbeeasyforhertogetoutbytakingofftheroof.
