When it is very sweet it must go into the little kettle." "And then ?" Her eager determination to know all the details delighted him beyond measure.
"Then you must be very careful indeed, or you will lose all your day's work, and your sugar besides, for it is very easy to burn." "But how can you tell when it is ready ?" "Oh, you must just keep tasting every few minutes till you think you have the syrup, and then for the sugar you must just boil it a little longer." "Well," said Mrs.Murray, "when it is ready what do you do ?" "Then," he said, "you must quickly knock the fire from under it, and pour it into the pans, stirring it till it gets nearly cool." "And why do you stir it ?" she asked.
"Oh, to keep it from getting too hard." "Now I have learned something I never knew before," said the minister's wife, delightedly, "and I am very grateful to you.

We must help each other, Ranald." "Indeed, it is little I can do for you," he said, shyly.
"You do not know how much I am going to ask you to do," she said, lightly.

"Wait and see." At that moment a series of shrieks rose high above the shouting and laughter of the games, and Maimie came flying down toward the camp, pursued by Don, with the others following.
"Oh, auntie!" she panted, "he's going to--going to--" she paused, with cheeks burning.
"It's forfeits, Mrs.Murray," explained Don.
"Hoot, lassie," said Mrs.Cameron; "it will not much hurt you, anyway.
They that kiss in the light will not kiss in the dark." "She played, and lost her forfeit," said Don, unwilling to be jeered at by the others for faint-heartedness.

"She ought to pay." "I'm afraid, Don, she does not understand our ways," said Mrs.Murray, apologetically.
"Be off, Don," said his mother.

"Kiss Marget there, if you can--it will not hurt her--and leave the young lady alone." "It's just horrid of them, auntie," said Maimie, indignantly, as the others went back to their games.
"Indeed," said Mrs.Cameron, warmly, "if you will never do worse than kiss a laddie in a game, it's little harm will be coming to you." But Maimie ignored her.
"Is it not horrid, auntie ?" she said.
"Well, my dear, if you think so, it is.