... the fond parent, you're not feeling very active. I fear, since you sat out in the summer house all alone with the pot of blackberry jam that your mamma tells we you were evil enough to abstract from the pantry 1 I will not deceive you, father—T am not ...

... took a cold. Each of the three daughters in whose house he wnsn't residing were immediately on the warpath with pots of blackberry jam and recipes for hot gruel, and the three sons-in-law talked darkly of neglect of the dear old man, and proposed sending ...

... pnittle—no doubt instigated by their mother,—of dabbling in the vasty deep, of donkey rides, of will Savers, butterflies and Blackberries—another charming impersonation, by the way, which we must get our friend Hamlin to revive—The laps, too. Oh, Miss Atherton ...