Rose took the doll, whose dress had been torn a little by the rake.
"I'll make believe she's had a terrible time and been sick," said the little girl, "and I'll give her bread pills."
The rake was carried back to the kitchen garden, Daddy Bunker put on his coat, which he had taken off to get the doll up from the well, and then Grandma Bell brought some pails and baskets from the kitchen.
"What are we going to do?" asked Russ.
"We are going after berries," his mother told him.
"Strawberries?" cried Laddie.
"Not this time," said Grandma Bell. "This time we are going to gather huckleberries."
"Then you must be going to bake huckleberry pies!" exclaimed Daddy Bunker.
"Well, I'll bake some if the children don't eat more berries than they put in the pails and baskets," said Grandma Bell, with a funny twinkle in her eyes.
"We won't eat very many," promised Russ. "We'll pick a lot of berries for the pies, won't we, Laddie?"