"Perhaps, if you stop eating them all, we can get enough for mother's
and father's supper."
"Maybe they went and hurried to get ripe for to-night, so we could
celebrate," Patience suggested. "Paul, mayn't I go with you next time
you go over to The Maples?"
"We'll see what mother says."
"I hate 'we'll see's'!" Patience declared, reaching so far over after a
particularly tempting berry, that she lost her balance, and fell face
down among them.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed, as her sister came to her assistance,
"something always seems to happen clean-apron afternoon! Paul,
wouldn't it be a 'good time,' if Miranda would agree not to scold 'bout
perfectly unavoidable accidents once this whole summer?"
"Who's to do the deciding as to the unavoidableness?" Pauline asked.
"Come on, Patience, we've got about all the ripe ones, and it must be
time for you to lay the supper-table."
"Not laying supper-tables would be another good time," Patience
answered. "We did get enough, didn't we? I'll hull them."
"I wonder," Pauline said, more as if speaking to herself, "whether
maybe mother wouldn't think it good to have Jane in now and then--for
extra work? Not supper-tables, young lady.
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