"Jump up, my son, and make a fire."

So Matt climbed up to a shelf under the roof, and set fire to some straw and chips and other rubbish that lay there. But then such a smoke rose, that he couldn't bear it any longer in-doors. He was forced to go out, and just then the day broke. As for the goody, she, too, had to make a start of it; and when they got out the house was on fire, so that the flames came right out at the roof.

"Good luck! good luck! Hip, hip, hurrah!" roared out Matt, for he thought it fine fun to have such an ending to his bridal feast.