"Indeed, and his father and his uncle would be getting it then, when they were as beeg as they will ever be, and much the better were they for it." "I don't think it would do for Ranald," said the minister's wife, smiling again as she said good by to Kirsty.

Then she took her way down the wood road into the bush.

She found the camp road easily, and after a quarter of an hour's ride, she heard the sound of an ax, and soon came upon the sugar camp.

Ranald was putting the finishing touches to a little shanty of cedar poles and interwoven balsam brush, and Hughie was looking on in admiration and blissful delight.
"Why, that's beautiful," said Mrs.Murray; "I should like to live in a house like that myself." "Oh, mother!" shouted Hughie, "isn't it splendid?
Ranald and Don are going to live in it all the sugaring time, and Ranald wants me to come, too.

Mayn't I, mother?
Aw, do let me." The mother looked down upon the eager face, smiled, and shook her head.
"What about the night, Hughie ?" she said.