Los Angeles herald., 1909-11-21

all this fine fruit should want for pick
ers."
'There hasn't been a soul there the
two days that / have been there" ex-
planned Bobby. "But I'm awfully
afraid others will be there tomorrow,
for there are bushels of berries just in
the right condition for picking. never
saw such wild berry patch. Anyway
I'm going to make hay while the sun
shines. I'll eat a bite and go back and
refill my baskets And I'll go again to-
morrow. Oh, mamma, I'll have those
sidewalk skates yeti" And Bobby
laughed gayly.
Hurriedly swallowing bite of break
fast. which his fond mother had pre-
pared nice and hot for him on seeing
him coming over the country road,
Bobby took his baskets ana returned
to the blackberry patch. That evening
he and his mother measured his stock
of berries and found that he had TWEEN
ty quarts for sale and two quarts Tor
his mother. 80
''Well, who'll you sell them to?p
asked Mrs. Jackson, after the fruit had
been again put into baskets.
"Ill sell TO all the people nVlng on
our street." said Bobby. TN take two
baskets at a time and a quart measure,
and I'll sell the berries for 10 cents
quart"
Mrs. Jackson did not oppose Bobby,s
plan to let him take his baskets on MS
arms and "go forth to sell" An hour
later Bobby returned with empty pas
kets, a pocket full of dimes and nlck-
els. "I'm going to peddle out the
other two baskets of berries before
going to bed tonight" he said, all ex-
citement. "For I've taken an order
from Mrs. Black-that old lady living
round the corner of the park-for ten
quarts of berries. She says she just
loves wild blackberry jam"
And rushing through the house like
a Young whirlwind, Bobby got the re-
naming two baskets of fruit and hur-
ried off down the street with them. lie
sold them to various residents IN the
neighborhood, and proudly returned
home with another pocketful of small
coins.
"Ah mamma" he cried. full of an
ticipation, maybe I'll have too much
money to buy sidewalk skates with.
Maybe I'll buy a pony"
81 hope you may, dear" smiled MS
mother. "And now my little black
berry Bob must get to bed and rest
"Ah, that's a good name for me,
mamma" laughed Bobby. BLACK
berry Bob! Isn't that funny?" And
the happy fellow went off to his room,
sleepy and tired after his day of work
and business. And on the morrow he
hurried to the rich blackberry patch
to find a few others there, picking,
also. filing baskets and tin pals. But
blackberry Bob" got his ten quarts
for old Mrs. Black and almost that
many for his dear mother. And as the
patch was still not exhausted of ber-
ries he went the following day, and
when the last berry had disappeared
and Bobby had time to count over his
earnings he found he had enough
money from the sale of the berries to
buy his skates and leave about 50 in
his bank.
"Hurrah for my energetic little
Blackberry Bob" said Bobby's father
when he was taken into the secret for
the first time. Hell make his way
in the world, all right
Eyes, for now l can skate through
life, papa, which means that my road
will be smooth" And Bobby skipped
and whistled about the house, the
happiest boy you ever saw. for he felt
that he had learned how to provide
himself with certain things he wanted,
as we'll as being capable of helping his
parents, if the need might be to do so.
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