1 Ethan was fired by the thought.
2 In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.
3 Slowly the rim of the rainy vapours caught fire and burnt away, and a pure moon swung into the blue.
4 A bright fire glowed in the stove and the cat lay stretched before it, watching the table with a drowsy eye.
5 The leader of the reel, who looked as if he had Irish blood in his veins, danced well, and his partner caught his fire.
6 But it was not only that the coming to his house of a bit of hopeful young life was like the lighting of a fire on a cold hearth.
7 The cat had sprung to Zeena's rocking-chair, and the heat of the fire was beginning to draw out the faint sharp scent of the geraniums.
8 The table had been as carefully laid, a clear fire glowed in the stove, the cat dozed in its warmth, and Mattie came forward carrying a plate of doughnuts.
9 The metal reflectors of the gas-jets sent crude waves of light against the whitewashed walls, and the iron flanks of the stove at the end of the hall looked as though they were heaving with volcanic fires.
10 He did his best to supplement her unskilled efforts, getting up earlier than usual to light the kitchen fire, carrying in the wood overnight, and neglecting the mill for the farm that he might help her about the house during the day.
11 Then, toward sunset, coming down from the mountain where he had been felling timber, he had been caught by some strayed revellers and drawn into the group by the lake, where Mattie, encircled by facetious youths, and bright as a blackberry under her spreading hat, was brewing coffee over a gipsy fire.