"'I say,' said Bernard, 'these bits of wood are not worth burning.'
"'You cut into them too deeply,' answered Lucilla.
"'There goes!' returned Bernard, snapping another; then, laying down the knife, he took up the nail-passer, using it to bore a hole in the board which formed the table of the root-house.
"'You must not do that,' said Lucilla, almost drawn out of her patience.
"'Who says so?' answered Bernard.
"'It is mischief,' said Lucilla. 'It is papa's table; he will be vexed if he sees it.'
"'What for?' said the tiresome boy.
"Lucilla did not answer.
"'What for?' repeated Bernard, throwing down the nail-passer, and taking up the hammer, with which he knocked away on the place where he had made the hole.
"'Oh, my beads!' cried his sister; for the hammering had overturned the little box in which they were, and she had only time to save them, or most of them, from rolling down on the gravel.