... her. In grief for which she had no words, she wandered about the Iplace, and, finally, sat down on an old log beside the blackberry bushes where she had met the fairy, and burst into tears. Oh, dear ! she sobbed, what shall I do? Oh, dear! what shall ...

... little voice. Oh, dear! what shall I do 1 Mrs. Flaherty, wife of Mike Flaherty, the shoemaker of Ballybofay, was picking blackberries for supper, and kneeling down beside the bushes, when she heard the voice. She knew in a minute that it was a fairy voice ...

... if Anne Farrell was too provoked by them they were sure to be complained. Many a little incident of primrose seeking and blackberry gathering was gone over by them also amid little bursts of girlish laughter that were sure to end in tears, and many a promise ...

... What Is It week after week. Of course my aunt will not know me. I will hire out to her as a little cullurd boy to pick blackberries for his borde. I hope by the time that scool begins in September I shall be white agane. When Igo down the felloes offer ...

... about mud-turtles. Yes, said the old man; a mud turtle can neither fly, gallop, jump, cry, sing, play croquet, or go blackberrying; and yet, if you let him alone he gets along just about as well as a young man who tries to be : funny at a lawn klirty ...