But, as usual, the children treated the loving little blackbeetles with coldness and disdain.
I wonder whether you know how to light a fire?
I don't mean how to strike a match and set fire to the corners of the paper in a fire someone has laid ready, but how to lay and light a fire all by yourself.
I will tell you how Anthea did it, and if ever you have to light one yourself you may remember how it is done.

First, she raked out the ashes of the fire that had burned there a week ago--for Eliza had actually never done this, though she had had plenty of time.

In doing this Anthea knocked her knuckle and made it bleed.

Then she laid the largest and handsomest cinders in the bottom of the grate.

Then she took a sheet of old newspaper (you ought never to light a fire with to-day's newspaper--it will not burn well, and there are other reasons against it), and tore it into four quarters, and screwed each of these into a loose ball, and put them on the cinders; then she got a bundle of wood and broke the string, and stuck the sticks in so that their front ends rested on the bars, and the back ends on the back of the paper balls.
In doing this she cut her finger slightly with the string, and when she broke it, two of the sticks jumped up and hit her on the cheek.