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.
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