The thing's no fun if one can't have a real fire." "It'll burn first-rate to-night," returned Lizzie Lonsdale.

"There's a little wind, and the wood'll be dry." "That reminds me I haven't found my faggot yet," said Beth Broadway easily.
"Girl alive! Then you'd better go and look for one, or you'll be all in a scramble at the last!" "Bother! I'm too comfy to move." "Nice Wood-gatherer you'll look if you come empty-handed!" "I'd appropriate half your lot first, Lizzikins!" "Would you, indeed?
I'd denounce you, and you'd lose your rank and be degraded to a candidate again." "Oh, you mean, stingy miser!" "Not at all.

It's the wise and foolish virgins over again.

I shan't have enough for myself and you.

I've a lovely little stack--just enough for one--reposing--no, I'd better not tell you where.