MrRutherford's children . if she didlaugh, said Chryssa. 01 can see the straw-berries ! look Sybil, how red the basket is. Shesgot a great many! Come, lets go, and awayshe ran. Ah please hold the basket down Aunt Esther,cause I cant see. How good you were to go !Im so much obliged to you ! What a splendidparcel youve got. •JO THE WET STRAWBERRIES. I did not bring your rose, Chryssa, said ,—there was so much wet grass be-tween me and the rosebushes that I thought bestnot to venture. Im very glad you didnt dear Aunty,—thestrawberries 11 do for one night I should shant we
MrRutherford's children . if she didlaugh, said Chryssa. 01 can see the straw-berries ! look Sybil, how red the basket is. Shesgot a great many! Come, lets go, and awayshe ran. Ah please hold the basket down Aunt Esther,cause I cant see. How good you were to go !Im so much obliged to you ! What a splendidparcel youve got. •JO THE WET STRAWBERRIES. I did not bring your rose, Chryssa, said ,—there was so much wet grass be-tween me and the rosebushes that I thought bestnot to venture. Im very glad you didnt dear Aunty,—thestrawberries 11 do for one night I should shant we keep em till Uncle Ruth comeshome, and then eat em all together ? With all my heart,—I dont think there areenough to hurt us if we do eat them all to-gether, said her aunt. Whether Chryssa thought that the words spokesome doubt of the wholesomeness of strawberriesin general, or of these in particular ; certain itis that she looked very soberly into the littlebasket as she walked off to set it in the pan-try. ^U^-. •I CHAPTER Y. HEADACHE AND LOCUST FLOWERS. A ND for several days they were very busy an J happy ; for the strawberries ripened fast and little fingers and baskets made frequent visits to the beds. But one inornins:—whether it was that 72 HEADACHE AND LOCUST FLOWERS. she had been too much in the hot sun, or hadeaten too many strawberries, or both, — Chryssagot up with a headache. You couldnt have gone out much to-day,any way, said Sybil, for it rained last night,and the grass is all wet. Well 1 said Chryssa with a rather long breath, but I wish my head didnt ache. I tell you what, said Sybil, well go andsit in the bath house. I dont think I want to go, said Chryssa. And I doubt very much whether you hadbetter, said Mrs. Rutherford. Why Aunt Esther the airs good for herhead ; and Ive got a great deal to tell you,Chryssa, — youd better come. Im going totake my pillow-case there to hem. Well, Ill go, said Chryssa, though ratherdoubtfully. Maybe it wont mak
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