We'll have something to eat when the kettle boils.

Father's gone up trail.

He probably won't be back." For an instant she stood with a considering air as if intending to add something.

Then turned and went into the kitchen without doing it.

She came back with a handful of pine-knots with which she deftly mended the fire.
The professor moved restlessly.
"I'll be around soon now," he said, "and then you shan't do that." "Shan't do what ?" "Carry wood." "That's funny." Desire placed a crackling pine-knot on the apex of her pyramid and sat back on her heels to watch it blaze.