"Oh, deah," she exclaimed in dismay, at sight of the stains on her white dress, where she had been kneeling on the fruit, "that's Mom Beck.

Now I'll be tied up, and maybe put to bed for runnin' away again.

But the berries is mighty nice," she added, politely.

"Good mawnin', suh.

Fritz, we mus' be goin' now." The voice was coming nearer.
"I'll walk down to the gate with you," said the Colonel, anxious to learn something more about his little guest.