He saw the wood being unloaded in the back yard, and an idea struck him.
"Maybe I can get the chance of sawin' and splittin' that wood.

I'll try, anyway.

I wonder who lives there ?" He immediately opened the front gate, and marching up to the front door, knocked vigorously.
"There's somebody at the door," said Sophia.
"Perhaps it's John come back," said Priscilla.

"I am afraid of going to open it.

He might want to kiss me again." "I'll go," said Sophia, rising with unwonted alacrity.
"He might want to kiss you." "I'll tell him not to." "We'll both go," said Priscilla, decisively.
Accordingly, the two sisters, for mutual protection, both went to the door, and opened it guardedly.