"Make him pay for his dumplings if he wants 'em so early." "All right, Carrots," cried Hippy.

"I'll gather fagots and make a fire, just to keep you from talking so much." "I'll help you, Hippy," said Nora.

"I'm not ashamed to admit that I am very hungry too.

It's the people who are never able to eat at the table, and then go off and feed up in the pantry, who always manage to shirk their work." The others all laughed.
"Let's make a fair division of labor," put in Grace, "so as to prevent future talk." While some of them gathered sticks and dried branches, the others began clearing away the snow in an open space, where the fire could be built.
Anne and Jessica unpacked the luncheon and poured some coffee from a glass jar into a tin pot to be heated, while Tom peeled several long switches and impaled pieces of bacon on the ends to be cooked over the fire, which was soon blazing comfortably.
"How do you like this, girls ?" he asked presently, when the broiling bacon began to give out an appetizing smell and the hot coffee added its fragrance to the air.

"How's this for a winter picnic ?" "I like it better than a summer picnic," interposed Hippy.