Roots, below a sunny sky

Davy, being of the opinion that a snow-storm was a thing not to bewasted, had been out with his sled, trying to have a little fun with theweather; but presently, discovering that this particular storm was notfriendly to little boys, he had retreated into the house, and having puthis hat and his high shoes and his mittens by the kitchen fire to dry, he began to find his time hang heavily on his hands. He had wanderedidly all over the house, and had tried how cold his nose could be madeby holding it against the window-panes, and, I am sorry to say, had evenbeen sliding down the balusters and teasing the cat; and at last, asevening was coming on, had curled himself up in the big easy-chairfacing the fire, and had begun to read once more about the marvellousthings that happened to little Alice in Wonderland. Then, as it grewdarker, he laid aside the book and sat watching the blazing logs andlistening to the solemn ticking of the high Dutch clock against thewall.

      "It's only Badorful, " said the Goblin, laughing. "He's always snoringand waking himself up, and I suppose it's sleeping on the ground thatmakes him sneeze. Let's have a look at him;" and the Goblin led the wayalong the wall to a large grating.