I've got an idea in my head." The idea evidently involved an examination of the stove, for she opened its rusty door and peered inside.

Then, without waiting to answer her companion's questions, she hurried out into the kitchen, returning with an armful of shavings and a few sticks of split pine.
"I noticed that woodbox in the kitchen when I fust come in," she said.
"And 'twa'n't quite empty neither, though that's more or less of a miracle.

Matches?
Oh, yes, indeed! I never travel without 'em.

I've been so used to lookin' out for myself and other folks that I'm a reg'lar man in some ways.

There! now let's see if the draft is rusted up as much as the stove." It was not, apparently, for, with the dampers wide open, the fire crackled and snapped.