"None of your thanks for me.
You'd better go and get ready to go to work. I saw a good many ripe
berries out there this morning, and you can't afford to waste any time."
Rod didn't walk across the field. There was no slow sauntering home
when he was once out of the house. He burst into the rectory like a
whirlwind, just as the Royals were sitting down to dinner. Breathless
and excited, he blurted out his story, and when he was through Mrs.
Royal told him to get ready for dinner.
Rod could eat but little, as his mind was so taken up with the good
fortune which had come his way. He was anxious to be off to the store
to get some berry-boxes.
"Where are you going to send your berries, Rodney?" Parson Dan inquired
when they were through with their dinner.
"To the city, I suppose," was the reply. "I can't sell them here very
well. Nearly all of the summer people raise their own."
"You should have some one place in the city to send them, Rodney. I
have heard that Peter McDuff gives good prices. You might try him."
"Will you write him a letter, grandad?"
"I think you had better do it yourself. This is your business, and you
must carry it through from beginning to the end.
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