"I wish we could make some," said Rollo. "Do you know how they make it?"
"No," said Jonas; "but I believe it is pretty easy to do it, if we only knew how."
"I will ask my father," said Rollo; "perhaps he will know."
This conversation took place when Jonas and Rollo were about the fires; but now the fires had pretty nearly burnt out, and they prepared to go home.
That evening, just about sunset, Rollo went out behind the house, and found Jonas raking off the yard. The spring was fast coming on, and the grass was beginning to look a little green; and Jonas said he wanted to get off all the sticks, chips, and straws, so that the yard would present a surface of smooth and uniform green. Rollo told him that he had found out how to make choke damp.
"Did your father tell you?" said Jonas.
"No," replied Rollo.
"Who did tell you, then?" said Jonas.
"Guess," answered Rollo.
"Your mother," said Jonas.