Summary

Lillian Elizabeth Roy Five Little Starrs in the Canadian Forest

Folks get frozen stiff that way," said Don.
After a long, cold walk—the latter half dragged out by half-frozen feet—the children reached the spot where the timber cutting was being done. The gaunt forest trees looked very weird in the moonlight, and Jumpin' Jane stood like a grim ogre waiting to swallow anything so small as the twins.
"Oh! but she looks awful!" whispered Dot, as they drew near the great black thing. [99]
"I hope her fires didn't go out! We couldn't have a speck of fun if they were," worried Don, as he climbed up inside the caboose to investigate.
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Lillian Elizabeth Roy Five Little Starrs in the Canadian Forest

All was quiet in the solemn light of the full moon.
"Good! We can get away easy," whispered Don, as he stepped carefully from the doorway.
Dot followed and closed the door behind her.
The twins ran forward as fast as they could until they were out of the circle of light shed by the great lanterns that were hung on trees all about the clearing. Then they went slower as they reached the cut-road.
"Yah! I'm sleepy," yawned Dot. [97]
"So'm I," said Don.
"It's awful cold," shivered Dot.
"Wait till Jumpin' Jane gets fired up an' you won't feel cold," encouraged Don.
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Lillian Elizabeth Roy Five Little Starrs in the Canadian Forest

Don asked.
"Just balsam branches heaped up in the bunks; we spread a blanket over them at night and sink into peaceful dreams." [40]
"Then we want balsam branches, too," demanded Dot.
"Why should we have these things if the other men have branches?" queried Don.
"We'll ask Daddum next time we see him," said Meredith, as Paul and he continued on their way.
"Dot, we'll just go over and take a look at those balsam beds. If we like them better, we will ask Mumzie to have ours changed. If ours is best, we won't say anything," whispered astute Don.
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