At a little distance under a great pine-tree, Kate selected a level place, and cleared away the dead leaves and the twigs, leaving a smooth table of dry and fragrant pine-needles.

On this she spread the cloth, which was a napkin.

Then she took from the little basket she had brought with her a cake of corn-meal, several thick and well-buttered slices of wheat bread, some hard-boiled eggs, a little paper of pepper and salt, a piece of cheese, and some fried chicken.

When this was spread out (and it would not all go on the cloth), Harry came, and looked at the repast.
"What is there to cook ?" said he.
Kate glanced over her table, with a perplexed look upon her countenance, and said, "I don't believe there is anything to cook." "But we ought to cook something," said Harry.

"Here is a splendid fire.
What's the good of camping out if you don't cook things ?" "But everything is cooked," said Kate.
"So it seems," said Harry, in a somewhat discouraged tone.