Rollo did not quite expect this gentle treatment, and it made him feel a little ashamed. He, however, took James’s place, but he did not feel quite easy there. He knew it was a place that he did not deserve. Pretty soon he proposed that they should all go after raspberries down the lane.
“Well,” said Henry, “and I’ll go and get my dipper.”
“Your dipper?” said Rollo.
“Yes,” said Henry, “I brought a dipper.”
Henry then went to a wood pile which was lying in the yard, and, looking behind it, among the logs, he drew out a small tin dipper, and showed it to Rollo.
“O, I wish I had a dipper to carry!” said Rollo. “It is better than a basket.”
Rollo went into the house, and presently returned bringing two small baskets.
“One for me?” said James, interrogatively, holding out his hand.
“Yes,” said Rollo.