See!" He caught up a spile from a heap lying near the door.

"Ranald made all these." "Why, that's fine, Ranald.

How do you make them?
I have never seen one made." "Oh, mother!" Hughie's voice was full of pity for her ignorance.

He had seen his first that afternoon.
"And I have never seen the tapping of a tree.

I believe I shall learn just now, if Ranald will only show me, from the very beginning." Her eager interest in his work won Ranald from his reserve.