One December night, a family had gathered around their fireside and piled it high with wood gathered froin mountain streams and ruins of great trees that had come falling down the mountain sides. The fire roared and brightened the ro.om with its light. The faces of the father and mother had a quiet gladness, the children laughed, the oldest daughter was the picture of happiness at seventeen, and the aged grandmother who. sat sewing in the warmest place was the picture of happiness grown old.
The firewood had been

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A. brought
B. stolen
C. collected
D. found