"For every such cabbage a king must die." "Goodness me!" "A monarch of the grove." "Oh, a King Log.

Why, then down with them all, of course; sooner than dear Mr.Welch shall go without his cabbage." He cast a look of admiration on her, which she avoided, and very soon his ax was heard ringing in the wood hard by.

Then came a loud crash.

Then another.

Hazel came running with the cabbage and a cocoa-pod.