A NEW FRIEND
said Mrs. Murray; but Hughie hung back sulking, unwilling to move till he had got his mother's promise.
"Come, Hughie. Get Fido ready. We must hurry," said his mother again.
Still Hughie hesitated. Then Ranald turned swiftly on him. "Did ye hear your mother? Come, get out of this." His manner was so fierce that Hughie started immediately for his dog, and without another word of entreaty made ready to go. The mother noted his quick obedience, and smiling at Ranald, said: "I think I might trust him with you for a night or two, Ranald. When do you think you could come for him?"
"We will finish the tapping to-morrow, and I could come the day after with the jumper," said Ranald, pointing to the stout, home-made sleigh used for gathering the sap and the wood for the fire.
"Oh, I see you have begun tapping," said Mrs. Murray; "and do you do it yourself?"
"Why, yes, mother; don't you see all those trees?" cried Hughie, pointing to a number of maples that stood behind the shanty. "Ranald and Don did all those, and made the spiles, too. See!" He caught up a spile from a heap lying near the door. "Ranald made all these."
"Why, that's fine, Ranald. How do you make them? I have never seen one made."
"Oh, mother!" Hughie's voice was full of pity for her ignorance. He had seen his first that afternoon.
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