“Not yet,” said Harry.
“Can’t you spare me?” sneered Philip.
“Not till you have picked up the berries you have upset.”
“Do you mean to insult me?” demanded Philip, angrily.
“No; I am only demanding what is reasonable and right. You upset the berries, and it is only fair you should pick them up.”
“Pick them up yourself!” said Philip.
Again he started away, but Harry planted himself resolutely in his path.
“You must pick up those berries or fight me,” he said.
“Keep away from me, you beggar!” screamed Philip.
“Once more, will you pick up those berries?”