together.

"The Fountain was last seen when we stopped at a spring to get water in
the late afternoon," one of them was saying.

"I hope she is safe," replied the other, "and that the gray wolf was
not abroad."

Timid Hare shuddered. "Where can The Fountain be?" she wondered. "She
is so good and so pretty, I hope she is unharmed."

The very next moment a neighbor appeared in the door. "The Fountain
has just reached us," she said. "She spent the night by the spring,
and she now brings with her a baby son. He is a lusty child. May he
grow up to be a noble warrior!"

"I will go to her and give her my best wishes," declared the chief's
wife. "It is a good sign for the new home that one more is added to
our people."

Soon afterwards Timid Hare and her young mistress were also on their
way to visit the young mother. She was very happy. So was her
husband. So was her baby; at least it seemed happy to Timid Hare as
she looked at it nestling quietly in its mother's arms. The little
girl longed for it to open its eyes.

"By and by," The Fountain told her with a smile, "my son will awake.
But now he must sleep, for he finds this world a strange one, and he is
tired."