Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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murmured. "I really wish I could eat more; but room I have not!"
Heavy went to sleep before the fire directly after the meal, but was awakened when the girls all trooped out to the kitchen to make molasses taffy. The boys had gone with Long Jerry to try to shoot squirrels; but they came back without having any luck before the girls were fairly in possession of Janey's kitchen. "Let us help--aw, do!" cried Tom, smelling the molasses boiling on the range and leading the way into the kitchen. "You can't cook anything good to eat when there are boys within a mile, and they not know it," sighed Jennie Stone. "Or be able to keep them out of it," declared Madge Steele. "I suppose we shall have to let them hang around, Helen." "I tell you!" cried Helen, who never would go back upon her twin, and who liked to have him around, "we'll make some nut candy. There's nuts--half a bushel of them. The boys must crack and pick the nuts and we'll make some walnut taffy--it will be lots nicer than plain taffy." "Oh, well, that _does_ put another face upon the matter," laughed Lluella Fairfax. "But they must all three whistle while they're picking out the nuts," cried Heavy. "I know them! The nut meats will never go into the taffy pan if they don't whistle." |
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