"Yes. I shall have a house some day; and then you and mamma will live with me."
Matilda could not see the reason for this inversion of arrangements, and she was silent a little while; studying it, without success.
"But what are you cutting these little pieces off for, Norton?"
"Why, they'd fly if I didn't."
"What would fly?"
"Why the chestnuts, Pink! They would fly all over."
"Out of the fire?"
"Yes. Certainly."
"What would make them fly? and how will that hinder it?"
Norton sat back on the rug—he had been bending over to screen his face from the heat of the blaze—and looked at Matilda with very benevolent, laughing eyes.