Swiftcurrent Creek I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

he had misspoken, and gravely. so he shut his mouth and cradled blossom in one arm, and led reverie in the manner of a dejected pioneer's wife.
but steadily he brightened as the lip of the cave could be seen, then its high, doming curve, marked by the red maple standing without.
the interior was musty with green lichens, but the floor was clean and the roof secure.
he stepped into the wide space and looked at reverie hesitantly, glancing down once at their babe.