“Oh, this is fine!” she responded, jumping from Eagle’s back. “And Aunt ‘Liza said that this was a fruitless country. I’ll give her a big surprise.”
“Good, let me help you!” And they worked away like happy children among the berries. “There are other kinds of fruit in these mountains, too,” he went on. “Uncle Dave showed me huckleberries and raspberries and chokecherries the other day, but they’re not ready yet.”
“Uncle Dave? Who’s he?” asked Alta.
“The old mountaineer that I told you about the day you caught the fish.”
“Yes, and you did not keep your promise to take me up to see him.”
“Well, I’ll certainly keep it whenever you are ready. How would you like to take a ride Saturday with me after chickens?”
“Let’s do it,” she responded, “next Saturday—Good! Where shall I come?”
“Meet me here about four o’clock.”
“All right. Now I must be getting home or Aunt ‘Liza will scold.”
“But you haven’t your currants,” suggested Fred.