"Where are you going to send your berries, Rodney?" Parson Dan inquired when they were through with their dinner.
"To the city, I suppose," was the reply. "I can't sell them here very well. Nearly all of the summer people raise their own."
"You should have some one place in the city to send them, Rodney. I have heard that Peter McDuff gives good prices. You might try him."
"Will you write him a letter, grandad?"
"I think you had better do it yourself. This is your business, and you must carry it through from beginning to the end."
It took Rod some time to write that letter. It was the first business one he had ever written, and he did not know just what to say. At last, after numerous efforts, he decided that this would be satisfactory:
HILLCREST, N. B.
July 12th, 1911.
"MR. PETER McDUFF,
St. John.
"Dear Sir: I have some strawberries which I am going to pick myself. I
want to buy a scout suit, and Miss Arabella has given me her berries.
What will you give me for them? I will send them down on the boat when
I hear from you.
"Yours very truly,