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For a long time they all worked busily Whenever Almanzo was too cold, he ran and piled rubby hands to warm them, and the fire shone on her face like sunshine

“I’ry,” Almanzo said

“So be I,” said Alice “It must be almost dinner-time”

Almanzo couldn’t tell by the shadows, because there was no sunshine Th

ey worked and they worked, and still they did not hear the dinner horn Almanzo was all hollow inside He said to Alice:

“Before we get to the end of this roe’ll hear it” But they didn’t Al must have happened to the horn He said to Father:

“I guess it’s dinner-time”

John laughed at him, and Father said:

“It’s hardly the , son”

Al potatoes Then Father called, “Put a potato in the ashes, Ale off your appetite”

Al potatoes in the hot ashes, one for him and one for Alice He piled hot ashes over them, and he piled o back to work, but he stood in the pleasant heat, waiting for the potatoes to bake He did not feel comfortable in his mind, but he felt warm outside, and he said to himself:

“I have to stay here to roast the potatoes”

He felt bad because he was letting Alice work all alone, but he thought:

“I’ a potato for her”

Suddenly he heard a soft, hissing puff, and so hot He yelled and yelled The pain was terrible and he could not see