... ng. I am so worried !- The children? Oh yes, the children are all right. I've sent them to hunt up blackberries for a blackberry pudding. Blackberries are over, of course-but they don't know that, and it keeps them out of the way. -And Mr. Pennefeather ...

... stooping under a bundle of cut furze; or a horde of shy little flaxen-polled savages beating the bushes in quest of a few late blackberries ; but sometimes they went for two or three miles without encountering a soul. More than once, a covey of partridges rose ...