"I think you'd find her there, Les, if you wanted to find her. But if...." She left it dumbly in the air.
Still the boy hummed, his eyes never leaving the spar.
"Are you two going for a hike, or something?"
He stirred and looked up quickly at a little red squirrel chattering on a bough above them. "We're going to cut sticks for the roast tonight."
"Is there to be a roast?"
"The mid-summer Assembly Roast," he explained, a little pointedly. There seemed no reason for one's forgetting so important an event as the Assembly Roast.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "I'd forgotten all about it, for the moment. Will it be over beyond the lighthouse?"
"Yes, clear around the Point."
"Sticks, you mean, for marshmallows?" How obvious it all sounded!
"Marshmallows and wienies," he told her. "There will have to be at least three dozen sticks, so I guess I'd better...."