"
"Now," Tom asked, when that little matter had been attended to, "what's
the order of the day?"
"I hope you've worn old dresses?" Mrs. Boyd said.
"I haven't, ma'am," Tracy announced.
"Order!" Bob called.
"Eat all you like--so long's you don't get sick--and each pick a nice
basket to take home," Mrs. Boyd explained. There were no cherries
anywhere else quite so big and fine, as those at The Maples.
"You to command, we to obey!" Tracy declared.
"Boys to pick, girls to pick up," Tom ordered, as they scattered about
among the big, bountifully laden trees.
"For cherry time,
Is merry time,"
Shirley improvised, catching the cluster of great red and white
cherries Jack tossed down to her.
Even more than the rest of the young folks, Shirley was getting the
good of this happy, out-door summer, with its quiet pleasures and
restful sense of home life. She had never known anything before like
it. It was very different, certainly, from the studio life in New
York, different from the sketching rambles she had taken other summers
with her father. They were delightful, too, and it was pleasant to
think of going back to them again--some day; but just at present, it
was good to be a girl among other girls, interested in all the simple,
homely things each day brought up.
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