"What's he here for, then?"
"I brought him."
"And did you kindle the fire?"
"Yes," said Charlie, hanging her head a little.
"What for? Didn't you know that you might burn the woods down, in such a dry time? Why, I could shut you up in jail for it."
That frightened Charlie a good deal.
"I didn't mean to—do any harm: we thought—we'd have a little fun"—came out Charlie's answer by jerks.
"Fine fun! Why, you're Granny Kenneth's youngsters! I guess I'll have to march you off to jail."
"Oh, let Kit go home!" cried Charlie with a great lump in her throat. "It wasn't his fault. He didn't even want to come."