He chuckled. "Huh! Your price is pretty steep."
"'Pends upon how you look at it," she flung back at him. "You pay that to other folks, and we can pick as good as anyone. Mrs. Grinnell always—"
"Mrs. Grinnell's berries are only scrubs."
"Scrubs have to be picked carefully so's not to squash them."
He laughed outright, and Peace marched on with head high and cheeks aflame with anger.
Before she had reached the road, however, he stopped her by saying, "What do you want to pick berries for this hot weather?"
"For money. We want some shoes. Cameron's are selling canvas shoes for forty-nine cents a pair all this week, and Mrs. Grinnell is going in town Saturday, and we could drive with her—s'posing we could earn enough for the shoes."
"Why don't your ma buy some?"
"Mother's sick and Gail hasn't any money."
"You've got a pretty little farm there—"