I know it well." "And good," softly added Mrs.Murray.
He turned and looked at her a moment as if in a dream.

Then, recalling himself, he answered, "I suppose that is the best." "Yes, it is the best, Ranald," she replied.

"No man is great who is not good.

But come now and give me my lesson." Ranald stepped out into the bush, and from a tree near by he lifted a trough of sap and emptied it into the big kettle.
"That's the first thing you do with the sap," he said.
"How?
Carry every trough to the kettle ?" "Oh, I see," laughed Ranald.

"You must have every step." "Yes, indeed," she replied, with determination.
"Well, here it is." He seized a bucket, went to another tree, emptied the sap from the trough into the bucket, and thence into the barrel, and from the barrel into the big kettle.
"Then from the big kettle into the little one," he said, catching up a big dipper tied to a long pole, and transferring the boiling sap as he spoke from one kettle to another.
"But how can you tell when it is ready ?" asked Mrs.Murray.
"Only by tasting.