"Look! Haven't you noticed that it's tipped over?
Set it straight, quickly!" A couple of the men stepped out and carefully righted the case.
"There! That's better," she said.

"Freckles, I'm surprised at your being so careless.

It would be a shame to break those lovely butterflies for one old tree! Is that a valuable tree?
Why didn't you tell us last night you were going to take out a tree this morning?
Oh, say, did you put your case there to protect that tree from that stealing old Black Jack and his gang?
I bet you did! Well, if that wasn't bright! What kind of a tree is it ?" "It's a white oak," said Freckles.
"Like those they make dining-tables and sideboards from ?" "Yes." "My! How interesting!" she cried.

"I don't know a thing about timber, but my father wants me to learn just everything I can.

I am going to ask him to let me come here and watch you until I know enough to boss a gang myself.