a dry floor and some comfortable nooks. At one end there was room for
the ponies; and there they stood (mighty glad of the change) steaming,
and champing in their nosebags. Oin and Gloin wanted to light a fire
at the door to dry their clothes, but Gandalf would not hear of it. So
they spread out their wet things on the floor, and got dry ones out of
their bundles; then they made their blankets comfortable, got out
their pipes and blew smoke rings, which Gandalf turned into different
colours and set dancing up by the roof to amuse them. They talked and
talked, and forgot about the storm, and discussed what each would do
with his share of the treasure (when they got it, which at the moment
did not seem so impossible); and so they dropped off to sleep one by
one. And that was the last time
     It turned out a good thing that night that they had brought little
Bilbo with them, after all. For somehow, he could not go to sleep for
a long while; and when he did sleep, he had very nasty dreams. He
dreamed that a crack in the wall at the back of the cave got bigger
and bigger, and opened wider and wider, and he was very afraid but
could not call out or do anything but lie and look. Then he dreamed
that the floor of the cave was
     At that he woke up with a horrible start, and found that part of his