“I suppose we could get some more wood and throw it on the fire.  It would be warm enough then, if we got a couple of blankets to wrap around us.”

“I think it’s a good idea to stay awake and keep watch, anyhow, in case he should come back.  Then, if he saw someone sitting up by the fire he would be scared off, I should think.”

“All right.  Slip in as quietly as you can, Dolly, and get our blankets from the tent, while I put on some more wood.  There’s lots of it, that’s a good thing.  There’s no reason why we shouldn’t use it.”

So, while Dolly crept into their tent to get the; blankets, Bessie piled wood high on the embers of the camp fire, until the sparks began to fly, and the wood began to burn with a high, clear flame.  And when Dolly returned she had with her a box of marshmallows;

“Now we’ll have a treat,” she said.  “I forgot all about these.  I didn’t remember I’d brought them with me.  Give me a pointed stick and I’ll toast you one.”

Bessie looked on curiously.  The joys of toasted marshmallows were new to her, but when she tasted her first one she was prepared to agree with Dolly that they were just the things to eat in such a spot.

“I never liked them much before,” said Bessie.  “They’re ever so much better when they’re toasted this way.”

“They’re good for you, too,” said Dolly, her mouth full of the soft confection.  “At least, that’s what everyone says, and I know they’ve never hurt me.  Sometimes I eat so much candy that I don’t feel well afterwards, but it’s never been that way with toasted marshmallows.  My, but I’m glad I found that box!”

“So’m I,” admitted Bessie.  “It seems to make the time pass to have them to eat.  Here, let me toast some of them, now.  You’re doing all the work.”

“I will not, you’d spoil them.  It takes a lot of skill to toast marshmallows properly,” Dolly boasted.  “Heavens, Bessie, when there is something I can do well, let me do it.  Aunt Mabel says she thinks I’d be a good cook if I would put my mind to it, but that’s only because she likes the fudge I make.”

“How do you make fudge?”

“Why, Bessie King!  Do you mean to say you don’t know?  I thought you were such a good cook!”

“I never said so, Dolly.  I had to do a lot of cooking at the farm when Maw Hoover wasn’t well, but she never let me do anything but cook plain food.  That’s the only sort we ever had, anyhow.  So I never got a chance to learn to make fudge or anything like that.”

“Well, I’ll teach you, when we get a good chance, Bessie,” promised Dolly, seriously.

“I’ll be glad to take lessons from you, Dolly,” she said.  “I think it would be fine to know how to make all sorts of candy.  Then, if you did know, and could do it really well, you could make lots of it, and sell it.  People always like candy, and in the city a lot of the shops have signs saying that they sell Home Made Candy and Fudge.  So people must like it better than the sort they make in factories.”