If you will kindly give me your address I'll drop you a picture card later on, telling you when we expect to leave the Big North Woods," drawled Lieutenant Wingate.
"Hippy, I do not believe that Mr.Chatworth fully understands who and what we are," interjected Grace.

"We take such trips as this one every summer, sir, and we are not greenhorns in the forest.

We realize the danger of fire to the forests as fully as well as you do.

For your information, I will merely say that we were in no wise to blame for the fire at Section Forty-three.

A tree fell over and scattered the embers of our campfire, thus starting the forest fire and--" "All the more reason why you're not fit to be in the woods," answered the ranger roughly.
"Cut the rough talk!" admonished Lieutenant Wingate severely.