had never seen before. He could find no name for it. It was like himself
and it was like her also, only it was tiny and no thicker than his
fore-arm. It had wee feet and hands, a rose-bud of a mouth and it was
smooth and soft. Its head, which was the size of an apple, was covered
with silky floss. Lowering his face, he sniffed it all over. It smelt
sweet like the flowers that used to bloom in Eden.

"What is it?"

She shook her head. "It was here when I wakened." Her eyes became bright
and immense as stars. "It's our's," she whispered tenderly.




VIII


It was awkward to have something for which you could find no name,
especially when it was something that you had begun to love already.

"We'll have to ask someone," the Man said. "If I knew where He was,
I might ask----"

The Woman's face blanched. "Not God," she begged. "Because of the fruit
we ate, He might take it from us."

Just then they were disturbed by a rustling of snow. Looking up, they
saw the rabbit, watching them with timid eyes and recovering his breath
after the long climb.