"No, but I'll call the children to get some.'
"Yes, do."
"Where did you get em?" queried Cyril, devouring his share with zest.
"An Indian gave them to us."
"An Indian? why that was like a friend and colation! I shan't be 'fraid of 'em any more."
"I don't know," returned Ada with a wise shake of her head, "I'd rather not see 'em even with their berries."
The little feast was just ended when they espied a gentleman passing along the road beyond the grove. He turned and came toward them.
"Good-morning," he said, pleasantly. "These are Mr. Keith's children, I believe?"
"Yes, sir," answered Zillah.