"You"ve got a pretty little farm there--"
"We can"t wear farms on our feet," snapped Peace, moving off once more, but again he stopped them, for he was really in need of pickers in order to harvest his big crop of berries before they spoiled on the vines.
"Well, now, I"ll tell you, kids, I will try you at picking, and--"
"Pay us five cents a box?"
"Yes, if you are good at the job. Come tomorrow morning."
"We"ll begin now. This is Thursday, and that sale lasts only till Sat.u.r.day. It might rain tomorrow, and "sides, it _might_ take us more"n a day."
"Well, suit yourselves," chuckled the man. "But be sure you do good work and don"t eat up the berries."
So the two small sisters were soon busily engaged in picking the luscious red fruit and packing it in quart boxes, while the sun poured mercilessly down upon them. But they pluckily stuck to their post until the day was done, trying to forget the heat and dust in planning their trip to the big city, which they had visited so seldom. However, two long, thankful sighs escaped their dry lips when at length Gail"s horn tooted out the summons to the evening meal, and they hurried homeward as fast as their aching backs and tired feet would carry them, exultant though perspiring.
"Gracious!" murmured Cherry plaintively, as she bathed her hot face at the pump, "I never knew before how many berries it took to make a quart."
"It would take lots more if we were picking wild strawberries. They ain"t bigger"n peas, but these are whoppers."
"And covered thick with spiders--ugh! I feel them crawling all over me now. I believe I killed a million just this afternoon."
Peace laughed. They didn"t bother her. "Just s"posing those strawberries were bugs really, and when the hotel people ate them the bugs would bite. My, wouldn"t you like to hear them holler?"
"Why, Peace Greenfield!" cried Cherry in a shocked voice.
"Well, Hope was reading yesterday about some place where snakes coil up and look just like springs of water, and when thirsty people bend over to drink, the snakes bite them. There _might_ be bugs somewhere that looked like strawberries so folks would try to eat them. Course I wouldn"t want them to hurt the people bad--just enough to make them jump good."
"I would rather have strawberries look like pennies--"
"I"d rather have them _be_ pennies. Just think, if we could pick money off from strawberry vines! Everyone would start to raising strawberries, wouldn"t they? And how rich we would be! Never mind, we picked ten boxes of berries this afternoon--that means a shoe apiece. We surely ought to get that many more by noon tomorrow. Let"s begin early so"s to pick as many as we can before it gets hot."
So the morrow found them early in the field again, and by noon the second ten boxes were filled to the brim.
"There!" breathed Cherry in relief, mopping her crimson face on her sleeve as she surveyed the fruit of their labor. "We are done. Now we can get our shoes all right tomorrow. Why, what are you doing, Peace?
Are you crazy?" For Peace had s.n.a.t.c.hed up some empty boxes from another crate and was making her way between the green rows again.
"Nope," answered the perspiring little maid. "I am just going to pick some more."
"Well, I"m not!" was the emphatic reply, as Cherry started after the dusty figure plodding down the field. "I am nearly cooked now, and hungry as a bear. Come on home! We have picked enough to pay for our shoes, goosie. Or do you want two pair?"
Peace lifted her somber eyes from her self-appointed task and said briefly, "Yep--for Allee."
"For Allee?" echoed astonished Cherry. "You told me yourself that she didn"t need any new shoes."
"Well, I didn"t think she did, but last night I "xamined her only pair and they look awfully scrubby. There isn"t any more blacking in the house, and the ink I sopped onto them made them worse than ever.
Besides, I--it would look mean to get us some shoes and not any for her."
Without another word, Cherry gathered up an armful of empty boxes and dropped down by a new row of vines, picking silently, ploddingly until at last the third ten had been filled. Then she spoke, "Is this all, or are you going to earn shoes for Hope and Faith and Gail? Because the afternoon is pretty well gone and--"
"Three pair of shoes is all I am going to pick," interrupted Peace somewhat sharply, for she was hot and tired, and Cherry"s tone seemed to imply criticism. "Help me tote these crates up to the house now and we"ll get our pay."
Mr. Hartman met them as they tugged the second crate, only half filled, up to the berry shed, and the spirit of mischief suddenly took possession of the usually stern, business-like farmer.
"So you have picked all you want to, have you? Well, I am surprised to think you would give up so soon. Here, hand me that box! I want to see what kind of pickers you are." He hoisted the two crates to the corner of the fence surrounding one of his brooding pens, and pretended to examine each box critically, while the girls waited in anxious silence for his word of approval. "Hm!" he said at last, trying to frown, and succeeding so well that both little faces paled with misgiving. "Just as I expected! You don"t know how to pick strawberries. You don"t deserve a cent of pay. How much were you to get? Five cents a box?"
"Yes, sir," whispered Peace, with lips so dry they could hardly form the words.
"Well, I oughtn"t to give you a penny, but I will be generous and live up to my part of the bargain. Five cents a box, was it? And there are two boxes and a half of fruit."
His eyes were twinkling, but this Peace failed to notice, and she cried indignantly, "There are _thirty_ boxes! We picked ten last night and twenty today."
"Oh, those little boxes! Five cents a big box, I meant. That would be ten cents and half a nickel over; but I will be good and give you fifteen cents for your work." He drew three battered coins from his pocket and dropped them into Peace"s damp, dirty hand.
She drew in her breath sharply, stared at the money for a moment in dumb amazement, then let it fly with all her might straight at Mr. Hartman"s head, screaming in a frenzy of anger and disappointment, "You numscullion of a cheat! Do you s"pose you will ever get to heaven? There are your old berries! You can hire your chickens to pick them up! I"ll never work for you again!" One shove of the crates, and the beautiful, tempting fruit lay in a scattered heap inside the chicken yard! And Peace, blinded by the hot tears of rage, was flying for home with dismayed Cherry close at her heels.
It was Mr. Hartman"s turn to stare, and stare he did, first at the spoiled fruit and then at the flying girls, too stunned to understand.
The hot blood mounted to his forehead, he shook his fist in unreasoning anger and yelled, "Drat your pesky hides! Come back here and I"ll tan you good! What do you mean by spoiling all that high-priced fruit? Oh, if I just had my hands on you now!"
"You got only what you deserved, Dave Hartman," said a quiet voice behind him, and he whirled angrily toward his wife, who had come upon the scene unnoticed.
"All I deserved! Twenty quarts of fruit spoiled! Four dollars" worth, Myra Ann!"
"You should have been fair to the children and it never would have happened. They have worked hard and earned their money."
"Fair! I meant to be fair. I was just fooling with them. If she hadn"t been quicker"n greased lightning she would have got all that was coming to her."
"How was she to know that? You looked so ferocious I don"t wonder she took you at your word. The best thing you can do now is to rescue that fruit before the chickens have spoiled it entirely, and let me wash and can it. Then you better go over and pay the children for their work."
"Pay the children a dollar and a half for spoiling four dollars" worth of strawberries? Well, I should say not! They will never get another cent out of me, no matter if they go barefooted all the rest of their days."
CHAPTER IV
LITTLE FLOWER GIRLS
In the hot room, high up under the eaves of the little brown house, Peace sobbed out her anguish of soul, and then faced the problem of shoes with a dauntless spirit.
"We"ll _have_ to have new ones when school begins again, and if we could just get some of these canvas things to wear during the summer, our old ones would last quite a while longer. Mercy, where does the money go?
Seems as if there never was any to buy things we need with. Wish my tramp would come back and leave us another bill. Wish--why didn"t I think of that before? The woods are full of flowers yet. I"ll get Hope and Cherry to help me make a lot of birch bark baskets and then Allee and me will sell them in the city. My tramp said lots of folks would buy them if they got a chance. Oh, Cherry, let"s go down to the creek and get some more bark. Tomorrow"s Sunshine Club day and we will take Miss Dunbar some baskets for her flowers."
Glad to distract Peace"s thoughts from her great woe, Cherry agreed, and the two made a hurried trip to the woods for material, getting not only a big armful of bark, but also quite a bunch of moccasin flowers and tiger lilies, which they had chanced upon in an unexpected nook.
"These will be lovely for tomorrow, and ought to sell better than the violets would, "cause they aren"t so common," said Peace, as she looked lovingly down at the ma.s.s of red, gold and pink.
"Ought to what?" asked Cherry.
"Oh, dear, what have I said?" thought Peace in dismay; but quickly concealing her confusion, she replied, "They ought to look nice--make better dec"rations, "cause these are the first I"ve seen this year."