As he could only nod his head, he had to pay a forfeit, and Keith answered for him by saying, "That's not a fair question to Joe.

An ogre eats all things, you know." So it went on until Mrs.Walton said: "Now all who are able, may rise from the table.
The camp-fire's burning bright.
Spread rugs on the ground, and gather around, And we'll all tell tales in its light." "This is the jolliest part of it all!" exclaimed Keith, a little later, as, stretched out on a thick Indian blanket, he looked around on the circle of faces, glowing in the light of the leaping fagot-fire.

Twilight had settled on the camp.

The tumbling of the waterfall over the rocks made a subdued roar in the background.

An owl called somewhere from the depths of the woods.