"Come on, she seems to be excited about
something----"
"Goodness, I hope it isn't another highway robber," said Grace
anxiously, stopping in the middle of the road at the dreadful thought.
"I don't see any, but----"
"You don't see any because there isn't any," Betty assured her, taking
her by the arm and leading her decidedly forward. "You don't suppose
there is a whole Robin Hood's band in this woods, do you?"
Mollie and Amy and Mrs. Irving came running to meet them excitedly--
or at least, Mollie and Amy did the running, while their chaperon
followed more slowly.
"There are blackberries in there, whole bushels and bushels of them!"
Mollie called. "You could see them from the road, and there you girls
passed right by them without even looking."
"Blackberries!" repeated Grace resignedly, as she felt in her pocket
to see if she had any candy left. "Just listen to her speaking of
blackberries when what I'm dying for is a good big steak with onions
on top of it--"
"Stop it," cried Mollie indignantly, while the others felt their
mouths begin to water.
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