. The Saturday evening post. Wilbur. Well, you climb over first. We better both go together at the same time. No; one of us better try it first and see; then if its allright Ill climb over too. Aw, I know a better patch up over West Hill in theWhipple woods. What you afraid of? Nobody would care about a fewOld blackberries. I aint afraid. You act like it, I must say. If you wasnt afraid youdcHmb that fence pretty quick, wouldnt you? Looky, thebig ones! The Wilbur twin reflected on this. It sounded DC wasnt afraid, of course he would climb thai, stood to reason. It did not
. The Saturday evening post. Wilbur. Well, you climb over first. We better both go together at the same time. No; one of us better try it first and see; then if its allright Ill climb over too. Aw, I know a better patch up over West Hill in theWhipple woods. What you afraid of? Nobody would care about a fewOld blackberries. I aint afraid. You act like it, I must say. If you wasnt afraid youdcHmb that fence pretty quick, wouldnt you? Looky, thebig ones! The Wilbur twin reflected on this. It sounded DC wasnt afraid, of course he would climb thai, stood to reason. It did not occur to him that, anyoneelse was afraid. Me decided that neither was he. Well, Im afraid of things that aint true that scare youin the dark, he admitted, but I aint afraid like thatnow. Not one bit! Well, I dare you to go. Well, of course Ill go. I was just resting a minute. Igot to rest a little, havent I? Well, I guess youre rested. I guess you can climb aplain and simple fence, cant you? You can rest over His nerves wen. Now Eat I She Wat, Indeed, a Remarkable Had Not First Msked Him If He Were Hungry there, cant you—just as well as what you can rest here? The resting one looked up and down the lane, thenpeered forward into the shadowy tangle of green thingswith its rows of headstones. Then, inhaling deeply, heclambered to the top of the fence and leaped to the groundbeyond. Gee, gosh! he cried, for he had landed on a trailingbranch of blackberry vine. Me sat down and extracted a thorn from the leatherysole of his bare foot. The prick of the thorn had cleanedhis mind of any merely fanciful fears. A surpassing lot ofberries was there for the bold to take. His brother starednot too boldly through the fence at the pioneer. Go on and try picking some, he urged in the subduedtones of extreme caution. The other calmly set to work. The watcher awaitedsome mysterious punishment for this desecration. Pres-ently, nothing having happened, he glowed with a boldnessof his o
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