"Most people's are, but you never paid any 'tention to yours, so I thought you would be glad to get rid of them for little or nothing."
"Oho!" he teased. "Begging again!"
"I'm not!" Peace denied hotly. "I'll pay for them if you don't charge too high."
"How much will you pay?"
"I haven't any money, but I'll pick on shares."
"Share and share alike?"
"Yes; I'll keep half for my trouble, and you will get half for no trouble."
Her method of figuring always amused him, and now he laughed outright, "Seems to me I am entitled to them all. They are my berries, you know."
"Well," stormed Peace, "if that's the way you look at it, you can pick 'em, too!"
"Aw, don't get mad," he said soothingly. "I was just teasing. Of course you can pick all the raspberries you want. My wife said just this morning that the bushes were loaded, and she couldn't begin to handle them all herself. But—say—that reminds me—I've rented the pasture to old Skinner, and he's put his bull in there. You will have to watch your chance when the old critter is out, to pick your berries."