"There's some pieces right by your side," said Dot, seeing a few sticks of pine lying by the fire-pot.
"Good stunt! This'll keep her going till I can get some more."
"I saw a big heap of pine knots and thick chunks of wood piled in a heap back there," Dot yawned.
"Ah, stop your yawning an' help me, can't you!" cried Don, with exasperation as the wood refused to burn.
"What d'ye want me to do?" asked Dot, testily.
"Go back and get some of those chunks," replied Don.
"I will if you go with me, but I'm not going to walk past those woods alone. A bear might jump out!"
"Pooh, no bears about—wish there were, then we'd have some fun catching him," bragged Don.
"Yes you would, like you did the brown calf on the canal," teased Dot. As the calf-bear story was one Don preferred forgotten, he made no answer, but prepared to accompany his sister.
"When we get back, that wood in there will be burning," said he, taking a last look at the smouldering pine.