"They are better than crab-apples, but it will be days before they are ripe enough for use. I had thought of them, and investigated the bushes only yesterday. Mrs. Grinnell says raspberries are best for the purpose."
"Lots of people around here have raspberries," said Peace.
"And they want money for them, too."
"Mr. Hardman doesn't pay any 'tention to his down in the pasture. I've helped myself there lots of times."
"But his wife does. I saw her there this morning."
Peace said no more, but, waiting until she saw their neighbor bring up his cows to be milked, she slipped through the fence onto his land and accosted him with the abrupt question, "How much will you take for the rest of your raspberries?"
"What?"
She repeated her inquiry, and after scratching his head meditatively, he exclaimed, as if to himself, "Another money-making scheme! If she don't beat the Dutch!"
"This is a jelly-making scheme," returned Peace, with comical dignity. "There is no money in it."
"Oh! Well, don't you know that raspberries are expensive?"