“Now, you boys carry that crate down to the big machine in the roadway,” she said, “and I will pay Mrs. Ramsy!”
A wild shout went up from the boys! The woman had been beaten! She had not sold but the one crate of berries! And that was the one she demanded Andy should pay for!
Cora winked at Bess and Belle and the girls understood perfectly what she meant.
“Don’t the other young ladies want any?” asked the woman. “You said two crates!”
“But we haven’t time now to stop longer,” said Cora. “We can come again, when the sun will not be so hot. Then we may have a better choice.”
It was Andy who helped Narrow carry the crate to the Whirlwind. “Thank you, miss,” he said, “I was almost sick. And mother expected the money to-night.”
“Yes and she gets it,” declared his companion, handing up the crate to Cora, who stood in the car. “Whew! Ain’t this a good one though!” and he looked at the splendid maroon auto. “Must have cost a lot.”
“Quite a good deal,” said Cora. “Some day, when I come again, perhaps I will give you a nice ride in it!”
“There’s Nellie,” called Bess. “She wants to speak with us, I guess.”
The girl, who had put the dogs back on their chains, was hurrying down the path.