up all the apples on the way home. I’ll find that tree and when I pick the apples I’d like to see anybody stop me!”
The mother begged Holena not to go out in such weather, but Holena was headstrong and would go. She threw her fur cloak over her shoulders and put a shawl on her head and off she went up the mountain side.
All around the snow lay deep with no track of man or beast in any direction. Holena wandered on and on determined to find those wonderful apples. At last she saw a light in the distance and when she reached it she found it was the great fire about which the Twelve Months were seated.
At first she was frightened but, soon growing bold, she elbowed her way through the circle of men and without so much as saying: “By your leave,” she put out her hands to the fire. She hadn’t even the courtesy to say: “Good-day.”
Great January frowned.
“Who are you?” he asked in a deep voice. “And what do you want?”
Holena looked at him rudely.
“You old fool, what business is it of yours who I am or what I want!”
