They pulled some birch bark from a tree, took a piece seven or eight inches long and five wide, cut two slits an inch long in each end, bent the outer pieces on either end together, and fastened them with a little wooden pin; and there they had a strong basket that would hold a double handful of checkerberries.
After the berries were picked, Boy Cousin looked wisely at the sun and declared that it was time to go home to dinner.
“Let’s go fishing after dinner,” Ella proposed.
“No good; too early. Let’s play croquet first.”
“You haven’t any croquet set.”
“Haven’t I, though? You just come and see.”
“You didn’t have last summer.”
“This is another summer.”
“Have you really a set?”
“You said I hadn’t.”