"I reckon they are."
"Then I don't see how we can be friends," she said firmly.
"Why not?" His face was blank with surprise; and his wife, who had been a silent spectator of the scene, laughed outright.
"'Cause you owe us a dollar and a half for picking strawberries last summer, and if you don't pay it, you ain't square with us, are you?"
"Well, I swan!" he mumbled. Then he, too, laughed, and thrusting his hand into his pocket, drew out a handful of silver. "Here are six silver quarters, a dollar and fifty cents. That settles our account, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"And I've treated you on the square?"
"Yes."
"And you will come sit on my lap?"
"I don't s'pose it will do any hurt," she answered grudgingly, for she had not yet adjusted herself to this new friendship with her one-time enemy, but she went to him slowly and permitted to lift her to his knee.