“Perhaps they will up at the camp,” said Billie. “Ask Mrs. Lupo.”
The mountain girl looked at her strangely and shook her head.
“Do you know Mrs. Lupo?” asked Billie.
“Yes, but I will not ask her.”
“Very well, I’ll buy something myself. What have you got?”
“Blackberries, onions and beets.”
Billie bought a pail of berries.
“You had better come up to the camp and let me empty them,” she said.
“Keep the pail,” answered the mountain girl, and swung on up the road, flicking the little old horse with a long switch.
Billie and Mary followed with the berries, which they presently left in the kitchen where Mrs. Lupo was working.