CHAPTER IX
Huckleberries and New Friends
Grandfather came out of the north door and shaded his eyes with his hand. He gazed searchingly at Elizabeth's favourite tree by the gate under which she and Peggy were sitting with their embroidery.
"Well, well, I'm disappointed," he murmured to himself. "I thought if I see anything of those two girls I'd ask them to go huckleberrying, but I s'pose they've gone off down to the shore, or somewhere."
"Oh, do ask us to go huckleberrying," Elizabeth cried.
"I thought they'd be right out here, sitting under that tree, like enough, doing some chore o' fancy work. It does beat all where they find to hide themselves."
"Oh, what fun!" Peggy cried. "He took me huckleberrying last year, and I got four quarts in about two hours."
"Well, well, I am disappointed. I might's well make up my mind to go alone."
"He will, too, if we don't hurry," Elizabeth said, stuffing her crochet work into the pocket of her blue linen dress. "Run and get into the Ford."