I think they had been out to the little forests to fetch it.

It was fagots.

But I _didn't_ mean to frighten you, grandmother; I _didn't_ know it was untact to tell you--I have been thinking all day about what you told me." "Carrying wood ?" repeated grandmother, relieved, though mystified.

"What can he have been doing that for ?" "I think it is a plan of his.

I am sure it is nothing naughty," said Sylvia, nodding her head sagely.