"O you've got a great parcel! — but I have only so many, —
Governor?"
"There's more where those came from, Winnie."
"Here are some to help," said Elizabeth coming up and emptying her own strawberries into the little girl's basket. Winifred looked down at the fresh supply and up into the young lady's face, and then gave her an "Oh thank you!" of such frank pleasure and astonishment that Elizabeth's energies were at once nerved. But first of all she went to see what Miss Cadwallader was about.
Miss Cadwallader was squatting in a nest of strawberries, with red finger-ends.
"Rose — how many have you picked?"
"I haven't the least idea. Aren't they splendid?"
"Haven't you any in your basket?"
"Basket? — no, — where is my basket?" said she looking round.
"No, to be sure I haven't. I don't want any basket."
"Why don't you help?"
"Help? I've been helping myself, till I'm tired. Come here and sit down, Bess. Aren't they splendid? Don't you want to rest?"