Don't you think you could bring her some wood?
Just a little basketful of short sticks will do." Ralph sat up and knitted his brows.

"Miriam," said he, "if your new cook is the right sort of a woman, she ought to be able to help herself in emergencies of this kind, with the woodhouse not a dozen yards from the kitchen.

But as she is a stranger to the place, and I don't want to discourage anybody who comes to help you, I will get some wood for her, but I must say that it does not look very well for the lord of the manor to be carrying fuel to the cook." "It isn't the lord of the manor," cried Miriam; "it is the head hay-maker, and when you dress yourself for supper, she will never think of you as the man who brought in the wood." Dora, from the kitchen window, saw Ralph go out to the woodhouse, and she saw him returning with an arm-load of small sticks.

Then she turned her back to the kitchen door, and bent her head over a beefsteak she was preparing for the gridiron.
Ralph came in with the wood, and put it down by the side of the great stove.

As he glanced at the slight form in the pink gown, it struck him that this woman would not be equal to the hard work which would be sometimes necessary here.
"I suppose this wood will be as much as you will want for the present," he said, as he turned toward the door, "and the man will fill this box to-night, but if you need any more before he does so, there is the woodhouse just across the yard, where you can easily get a few sticks." Dora half turned herself in the direction of the woodhouse, and murmured, "Yes, sir." "Miriam," said Ralph, as he went into the dining-room, where his sister was putting the knives and forks upon the supper table, "do you think that woman is strong enough to wash, iron, and do all the things that Phoebe used to do when she was here?
How old is she ?" "I don't know, exactly," answered Miriam, going to a cupboard for some glasses; "and as to rough work, I can't tell what she can do, until she tries." When Ralph had made his toilet and come downstairs, attired in a very becoming summer suit, his sister complimented him.
"Hay-making makes you ever so much handsomer," she said; "you look as if you had been on a yachting cruise.