THE STRAWBERRY GARDEN. 157 



Kate ate her toast in silence and bitterness. 



" One must eat, whatever happens." 



As for Johnny, he finished his meal and then went to 

 his room. In a moment he returned, bringing an old 

 collar-box, which he gave to his father with a slip of 

 paper. 



" There, dad, I hope that will help you. This paper 

 gives the list of the sales, and in the box is the money." 



Everybody brightened up. Mr. Wellson took the paper, 

 glanced at it, and with a smile gave it to his wife. 



" Really, Johnny, have you made no mistakes ? Can 

 it be possible our little strawberry garden yielded so 

 much ? " 



" Don't think I did, sir. Count the money and see." 



The box was opened, and the contents turned out .upon 

 the table. Such a heap of scrip and bills ! Positively, it 

 looked cheerful, in spite of its unattractive appearance. 



" Lend us a hand, girls. Here's wealth for the counting." 



Hastily clearing away the tea-things, Kate and Mary 

 busily turned the heap of money over, spreading each 

 denomination by itself, and then carefully adding them up. 

 Johnny stood by, an interested spectator, till the final grand 

 total was announced. 



" Two hundred and two quarts sold. Cash : Forty 

 dollars and forty cents. That's about twenty cents each," 

 said Mr. Wellson. 



Mary turned away, sick at heart. " Then we must move. 



