"What's to be done now?" he inquired of her, as she was putting the bread and matches on a shelf of the cupboard.
"The first thing is to make a fire, Norton. I've got wood enough here. And the matches."
"You have got," said Norton, stooping to fetch out the sticks from the lower cupboard where Matilda had stowed them. "Did you get it? Where did you get it?"
"Mr. Swain split it up for me,—at the iron shop, you know."
"Did you go to the iron shop for it? And bring it back yourself?"
"There was nobody else to do it," said Matilda.
"You're a brick!" said Norton. "That's what I said. But is this all, Pink?"
"It is plenty, Norton."
"Plenty for to-day. It won't last for any more. What then?"
"I don't know," said Matilda. "O Norton, are you going to make the fire?"