So he thought and thought what he could do--he hasn't any money hardly--and at last he thought he'd go and see what he could find.

And he found a _beautiful_ place for brushwood, and he carried back all he could, and since then every Thursday he goes out to that place.

But, of course, one fellow alone can't carry much, and you should have seen how pleased he was when I said I'd go with him.

But I thought I'd better tell you.

You don't mind, grandmother ?" [Illustration: IN THE COPPICE.] Grandmother's eyes looked very bright as she replied.