"Humph," grunted Frank; "don't you suppose I want to find something new and good as well as the rest of you? and I have found it, too."
"Indeed," said Harold; "what is it, Frank?"
"You must all guess," he answered, looking very proud, "all of you guess. What is the best thing in the world?"
"I will say," answered Mary, "that one of the best things in the world is a little boy who always tries to do right."
"But it is no boy," Frank continued; "it is something sweet. Guess the sweetest thing in the world."
"I think," said Robert, inclined to amuse himself, "that the sweetest looking things in the world are those pretty little girls we used to meet on King Street, in Charleston."
"No, no," said Frank; "it is neither boys nor girls, but something to eat. What is the sweetest thing in the world to eat?"
"If we were in town," Harold replied, "I should guess candy and sugar-plums; but, as we are in the wild woods, I guess honey."
"Yes, that's it," said Frank, triumphantly; "I have found a bee-tree."
"And why do you think it is a bee-tree?" asked Mary, incredulously.