“How soon will supper be ready, mother?” asked John.
“In half an hour. Why; are you very impatient?”
“No; but I thought there might be time for Gilbert and me to have a catch in the yard.”
“I’ll tell you of a better way of filling up your time.”
“What is that?”
“I am almost out of wood. Can’t you saw me up a little?”
“I am afraid it will be dull to Gilbert to look on,” said John.
“I don’t propose to look on. You shall saw, and I will split.”
“I don’t like to set a visitor to work,” said Mrs. Munford. “I didn’t expect you to work for your supper.”
“I shall enjoy it all the more. Come along, John. You’ll see what execution I will make with your wood-pile.”