"The food is better and there are no gnats." "Gnats are very fond of fat people," said Reddy.

"They drink down their blood like--circus lemonade." "Get busy and give me some coffee, Red-head," said Hippy, who sat on a stump and ate energetically, while the others were broiling their slices of bacon.
"Here, Hippy," said Nora, pouring out a steaming cupful, "if it wasn't interesting to watch you store it away, perhaps I wouldn't wait on you hand and foot like this." "This is the best way in the world to cook bacon," said Tom, holding his wand over the fire with several pieces of bacon stuck on the forked ends.
"A very good method, if your stick doesn't burn up," replied Anne.
"There! Mine fell into the fire.

I knew it would." Meantime, Jessica and Grace were frying the rest of the slices in a pan.
"That's good enough, but this is better and quicker," said Grace.
"There's no reason for dispensing with all the comforts of a home just because you choose to be a woodsman, Tom." They never forget how they enjoyed that luncheon, devouring everything to the ultimate crumb and the final drop of hot coffee.
Although it was bitterly cold, they did not feel the chill.

The brisk walk, the warm fire and their hearty meal had quickened their blood, and even Anne, the smallest and most delicate of them all, felt something of Tom's enthusiasm for the deep woods.
At last it was time to start again.
The boys were trampling down the fire while the girls began stowing the cups and coffee-pot into a basket.

The woods seemed suddenly to have grown very quiet.
"How still it is," whispered Anne.