“Does Mead send you out to pick berries?”

“No,” answered Harry.

“Haven’t you been picking berries?”

“This looks like it, doesn’t it?”

“Of course. Have you a holiday?”

“Yes, a long holiday. I am not working for Mr. Mead now.”

An expression of joy lighted up the face of Philip.

“Has he discharged you?” he asked.

“He has taken his nephew in my place.”

“And so you have to pick berries for a living?” asked Philip, in exultation.