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Next day arter we laid her away, it come into my head, 'Now we can burn up them things. It may ha' been wicked, but there 't was, an' the thought kep' arter me, till all I could think of was the chist; an' byme-by I says to Mary Ellen, one mornin', 'Le's open it to-day an' make a burnfire! An' Mary Ellen she turned as white as a sheet, an' dropped her spoon into her sasser, an' she says: 'Not yet!
"I guess," she said to herself, "I'll have the burnfire." She thought of baking pound-cake, but all the day before they had made cake for the picnic. She might wash the blankets, or begin quilting, or clean the cistern. These dramas were hardly exciting enough. The bonfire was better. She tied on her father's hat and kilted her skirts.
"For anything. There! let me go. Here's some more fire in the grass." They stamped and raked quite soberly for a moment, and then Isabel began to laugh again. She looked wild and beautiful in her fight with the earth and her own heart. Jim laughed a little, too. "What is it, Bell?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, in the ecstasy of happiness. "I guess I like a burnfire."
She forgot the bonfire, remembering her father's hat and her kilted skirts. Jim Bryant threw the gate shut with a clang and came striding across the yard. He was tall and brown and sturdy. Isabel knew exactly how he looked with his brow set and his blue eyes blazing. "I've got a burnfire," she said, and raked the harder. Jim came up and took the rake out of her hand.
Next day arter we laid her away, it come into my head, 'Now we can burn up them things. It may ha' been wicked, but there 't was, an' the thought kep' arter me, till all I could think of was the chist; an' byme-by I says to Mary Ellen, one mornin', 'Le's open it to-day an' make a burnfire! An' Mary Ellen she turned as white as a sheet, an' dropped her spoon into her sasser, an' she says: 'Not yet!
"This is our land, and I guess I can have a burnfire if I want to." "Why ain't you at Poole's Woods?" The fire was dying down a little, but one persistent flame moved like a snake in the dry stubble, and he savagely stamped it out. "Why ain't you? I come after you." "You didn't wait, did you?" "Old Mis' Drake said you were goin' with Briggs." "Did I tell you so?" He weakened a little. "N-no!
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