140 THE STRAWBERRY GARDEN. 



" Will he never come ? Only one paltry hundred dol- 

 lars, and to lose all for so little. If he would only 

 come, that I might see him before we move away.". 



The sad eyes gazed far away towards the distant hills 

 and the declining sun. 

 "Will he never " 



A sudden -arrival : Kate, the luncheon-loving, with a 

 piece of cake in one hand, and a tin pail in the other. 

 Mary turned away to hide her face. 

 " Hallo, Polly ! What you doing here ? " 

 " Nothing. How came you to be so rude, Kate? You 

 are as bad as any boy." 



Kate's opinion of boys had gone up three degrees and a 

 tenth since morning, and she was proud of the race. 

 Between her bites at the cake, the conversation went on : 

 " All right " cake. " Glad of it " cake. " Boys 

 are " cake "jolly. Like 'em " cake. " Say, sis- 

 ter, won't you lend " cake " us a hand" cake 

 "at picking strawberries? Johnny and I are going to 

 pick a lot, and " cake " won't you tell ? " cake. 

 " We are going to sell 'em" much cake. 



" Sell them, Kate ! What are you thinking of? " 



u Of nothing, exce'pt the money they will bring." 



1 ' Sell them for money ! Are you c-razy ? ' ' 



" No, think not. Come, lend us a hand." 



Much cake j and then she stooped down, and. tucking 



