“So I be. You fellers worked like you understood what you was about.”
“We’ve had one experience at putting out a fire,” returned Jack, dryly. “We are out camping, and our hut caught and nearly burned us up.”
“Gee shoo! Well, the damage here ain’t much, thanks to your comin’ along an’ giving a hand. Won’t you come into the house?”
“Thank you, we were going to stop just as the fire broke out,” replied Harry.
“Is that so?” returned the farmer, questioningly.
“Yes,” added Boxy. “We wanted to see if we couldn’t buy some fresh bread, crackers and pie from you. We’ve run out of everything but meat and coffee at our camp.”
“Well, maybe Samanthy can fix you up. Come on in.”
Seeing to it that none of the live sparks had escaped their notice, the party left the barn and entered the kitchen of the farmhouse, where all was cozy and warm. The farmer’s wife had preceded them, and now thanked them as her husband had done for their help.
“They want to buy some fresh bread, cake and pie, Samanthy. They are out campin’, and run out of that kind of stuff.”
“They can’t buy none, Job, but they can have all I can spare, an’ welcome,” replied the wife, warmly.