THE STRAWBERRY GARDEN. 131 



in a scream, when she saw that it was her brother. Push-* 

 ing up the sash gently, she put out her head. 



"Why! Joh " 



Johnny motioned her to be quiet. In a whisper : 

 " Don't speak loud, Kate; you'll wake 'em." 



"No, I won't. What's up?" 



" Nothing, nothing. Only do talk quiet. You'll wake 

 ( em up, and spoil my fun." 



At this word a bond of union was established between 

 ihem at once. 



" Fun ! Oh ! what is it? Is it a serenade for Mary ? 

 Tell us. I'm dying to know." 



"It's hooking, Kate." 



' ' Johnny, you are not going to run away to sea to 

 get money to help father? " 



"No; but I'm bound to help dad, and I'm going to 

 won't you tell?" 

 -"No, truly and really." 



" I'm going to steal some of our strawberries, and sell 

 'em. It's awful bad, I know ; but it was dad made me 

 think of it. He said if we had- more land we might farm 

 it, and sell the stuff, same as Farmer Gooding does. Didn't 

 I see the women a-picking berries there yesterday, and I 

 guess if those gals can, I can." 



"So you can, and it isn't bad at all. You can take 

 your share, and go without at table. That'll be fair. You 

 can have my share too, if you like." 



