"Yes with some help from Barby and me."
"That glove of hers was wringing wet."
"Yes, with the pea-vines, and strawberries too; you know they get so loaded with dew. Oh, Fleda gets more than her gloves wet. But she does not mind anything she does for father and mother."
"Humph! and does she get enough when all is done to pay for the trouble?"
"I don't know," said Hugh, rather sadly. "She thinks so. It is no trifle."
"Which, the pay or the trouble?"
"Both. But I meant the pay. Why, she made ten dollars last year from the asparagus beds alone, and I don't know how much more this year."
"Ten dollars! The devil!"
"Why?"
"Have you come to counting your dollars by the tens?"