"No; because I couldn't clear out the oven."
Whir, whir, whir; scrape, scrape, scrape, for half an hour more.
"Sue!"
"Well."
"Could we get along without one of the andirons?"
"I don't kno-o-w. What in the world can you want of that?"
"To make a hammer."
"We could get along as well without both as without one."
"I don't want the whole of it, only part of the end that's in the fire; we could put a rock under that, and the rest of it would keep the wood from the hearth, and from rolling out."
"Then I would take it, William. We can get along very well, I dare say. Haven't you got corn enough shelled?"