The fire, round which the others sat, was out of sight, and the rustle of the tossing birches emphasized the quietness.

Charnock let the canoe drift, and Sadie looked up at him from her low seat among the wagon robes he had brought.
"What are you going to do about your farm ?" she asked.
"I don't know yet, and don't see why I should bore you with my troubles." "Pshaw!" said Sadie.

"You want to put the thing off; but you know you can't." Charnock made a gesture of humorous resignation.

"Very well! I expect I won't be able to carry on the farm." "No," said Sadie, thoughtfully, "I don't think you could.

There are men who would be able, but not you." "I dare say you're right, but you're not flattering," Charnock rejoined with a smile.
Sadie gave him a steady look.