Mother.—"What does it matter to us about their names and property, if they will do for us to make our hut."
Schillie.—"And how can you imagine that I can make a hut or live in it, until I have found out the name of these trees."
So we were nearly coming to a rupture again, but waiting patiently until she had exhausted every idea on the subject we set to work once more. "You see these trees are in the form of a square already, and will just mark out the size of our hut."
"Yes very well for me, but if our hut has a window you will have to lay with your head out of it, or if a door with your feet ditto."
Mother.—"Come don't be rude about my length of limb. The square is quite seven feet this way, and we may make it double that the other way by cutting down this one tree."
Schillie.—"I wish I knew what those two trees are."
Mother.—"Then we can twist these pliant sort of reeds in and out."
Schillie.—"Reeds, June! those are not reeds, I wonder what these are? They must be all of the same family, only these are young ones. Something of the willow sort, I imagine."
Mother.—"Well! we can twist them in and out between the stems."
Schillie.—"Or perhaps they are a species of gigantic rush, but that we shall know by the flower."