Some
of the tree limbs are very low, and you won't have any trouble. Take
some of the bags to put the apples in. Don't bruise them."
Harry and Bert were soon busy, picking off as many apples as they
could reach. When their bags were filled, they emptied them carefully
in a wooden bin, and from that bin Uncle Daniel sorted the apples into
barrels, which were "headed up" ready to be taken to the city.
Nan had gone over to the home of Mabel Herold, the country girl, and
Flossie and Freddie found many things to amuse them about the farm.
Later on they came out to the orchard, and picked up apples from the
ground.
"I'll help fill Bert's bag, and you can help Harry," said Freddie to
Flossie.
"No, little fat fireman," said Harry, using the pet name his uncle
called Freddie. "The apples on the ground are called 'windfalls.' The
wind blows them down, and they get crushed and bruised by falling on
the hard dirt, or stones. It would not do to put them in with the good
hand-picked apples."
"But what do you do with all those on the ground?" asked Bert, for
there were a great many of them.
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