... She had evidently been blackberrying on her way, for a huge dock-leaf, full of the sparkling, juicy fruit, lay in the crown of her sunbonnet, and her iingeraand lips were stained by tee ebon juice, while two or three blackberry leaves yet hung in the ...

... other side of which was perhaps a couple of feet higher than on the side on which I was lying. Then came a thick hedge of blackberry bushes and thorns, intertwined with woodbine and wild clematis ; and beyond a wide expanse of gloriously soft springy turf ...

... only sister. Norah was an orphan, and, for an Irish girl, an heiress—heiresses in the Emerald Isle are not so plentiful as blackberries. From the time Norah came to Randlestown Lady Mary set her heart upon the match, and she watched with pleasure the little ...