"Honest to God ?" she cried in wonderment.
"Honest!" said Nancy Ellen.
"Where on earth did you find him ?" demanded Kate.
"Picked him out of the blackberry patch," said Nancy Ellen.
"Those darn blackberries are always late," said Kate, throwing the picture back on the bureau.

"Ain't that just my luck! You wouldn't touch the raspberries.

I had to pick them every one myself.

But the minute I turn my back, you go pick a man like that, out of the blackberry patch.

I bet a cow you wore your pink chambray, and carried grandmother's old blue bowl." "Certainly," said Nancy Ellen, "and my pink sun-bonnet.