Mary Erskine did not reply to this.  She turned her head away farther and farther from Mrs. Bell, looking over the railing of the stoop toward the white roses.  In a minute or two she got up suddenly from her seat, and still keeping her face averted from Mrs. Bell, she went in by the stoop door into the house, and disappeared.  In about ten minutes she came round the corner of the house, at the place where Mary Bell was playing, and with a radiant and happy face, and tones as joyous as ever, she told her little charge that they would have one game of hide and go seek, in the asparagus, and that then it would be time for her to go to bed.

Two days after this, Albert closed the bargain for his land, and began his work upon it.  The farm, or rather the lot, for the farm was yet to be made, consisted of a hundred and sixty acres of land, all in forest.  A great deal of the land was mountainous and rocky, fit only for woodland and pasturage.  There were, however, a great many fertile vales and dells, and at one place along the bank of a stream, there was a broad tract which Albert thought would make, when the trees were felled and it was brought into grass, a “beautiful piece of intervale.”

Albert commenced his operations by felling several acres of trees, on a part of his lot which was nearest the corner.  A road, which had been laid out through the woods, led across his land near this place.  The trees and bushes had been cut away so as to open a space wide enough for a sled road in winter.  In summer there was nothing but a wild path, winding among rocks, stumps, trunks of fallen trees, and other forest obstructions.  A person on foot could get along very well, and even a horse with a rider upon his back, but there was no chance for any thing on wheels.  Albert said that it would not be possible to get even a wheelbarrow in.

Albert, however, took great pleasure in going back and forth over this road, morning and evening, with his axe upon his shoulder, and a pack upon his back containing his dinner, while felling his trees.  When they were all down, he left them for some weeks drying in the sun, and then set them on fire.  He chose for the burning, the afternoon of a hot and sultry day, when a fresh breeze was blowing from the west, which he knew would fan the flames and increase the conflagration.  It was important to do this, as the amount of subsequent labor which he would have to perform, would depend upon how completely the trees were consumed.  His fire succeeded beyond his most sanguine expectations, and the next day he brought Mary Erskine in to see what a “splendid burn” he had had, and to choose a spot for the log house which he was going to build for her.

Mary Erskine was extremely pleased with the appearance of Albert’s clearing.  The area which had been opened ascended a little from the road, and presented a gently undulating surface, which Mary Erskine thought would make very beautiful fields.  It was now, however, one vast expanse of blackened and smoking ruins.