Kate glanced over her table, with a perplexed look upon her countenance,
and said, "I don't believe there is anything to cook."

"But we ought to cook something," said Harry. "Here is a splendid fire.
What's the good of camping out if you don't cook things?"

"But everything is cooked," said Kate.

"So it seems," said Harry, in a somewhat discouraged tone. Had he built
that beautiful fire for nothing? "We ought to have brought along
something raw," said he. "It is ridiculous eating a cold dinner, with a
splendid fire like that."

"We might catch some fish," said Kate; "we should have to cook _them_."

"Yes," said Harry, "but I brought no lines."

So, as there was nothing else to be done, they ate their dinner cold,
and when they had finished, Kate cleared off the table by giving the
napkin a flirt, and they were ready for work again. But first they went
to look for a spring, where they could get a drink. In about half an
hour they found a spring, and some wild plums, and some blackberries,
and a grape-vine (which would surely be full of grapes in the fall, and
was therefore a vine to be remembered), and a stone, which Kate was
quite certain was an Indian arrow-head, and some tracks in the white
sand, which must have been made by some animal or other, although
neither of them was able to determine exactly what animal.

When they returned to the pine-tree, Kate took up her bag. Harry