156 THE STRAWBERRY GARDEN. 



CHAPTER VI. 



GOING INTO THE FRUIT TRADE. 



FINALLY the last berry was picked. The trade came to a 

 stand-still, and the new income ceased. Unfortunately the 

 "Wellson expenses were increased at the same time for 

 sundry causes : summer dresses, etc. 



Mr. Wellson came home one evening, looking tired and 

 dispirited. Not even the helpful wife, nor cheerful chil- 

 dren, could drive away the cloud that settled upon their 

 bread-winner's face. 



The supper-table, usually a scene of mirth, was sombre 

 enough. Even Mother Wellson's tea, a luxury in itself, 

 was bitter, and the dip-toast unattractive. 



" What is the trouble? " said Mrs. Wellson. 



" The city thinks it must economize, and has taken 

 away my assistant, without adding to my pay. The times 

 are bad with me." 



" Perhaps they will mend soon. Things can't be dull 

 forever." 



" I hope not, I'm sure." 



Mary searched for something in her teacup, with heavy 

 eyes. 



" Will troubles never end ? " 



