“‘I’ll be back presently,’ said he; ‘and then I’ll tell you about things. Run up now after Mrs. Lucy.’
“‘I don’t believe I need,’ said Sue; ‘they don’t want anything of me.’
“‘Run up, though,’ said Roswald; ‘maybe Mrs. Lucy will ask your mother too many questions.’
“‘Why, that won’t hurt her,’ said Sue, laughing; but Roswald seemed in earnest, and she went up.
“Immediately Roswald set himself to build a fire. He knew where to go for wood, and he knew how to manage it; he soon had the hearth in order and a fine fire made ready; and it was done without a soil on his nice clothes and white linen. He was gone before Mrs. Lucy and Sue came down, but the snapping and sparkling in the chimney told tales of him.
“‘Why, he has made the fire for me!’ cried Sue, with a very pleased face.
“‘Who made it?’ said the lady.
“‘Roswald.’
“‘That boy that was here when I came?’
“‘Yes, ma’am; he has made it for me.’