"NO TRESPASSING" Kit was on lookout duty, and had been for the past hour and a half.

The cupola room, with its six windows, commanded a panoramic view of the countryside, and from here she had done sentry duty over the huckleberry patch.
It lay to the northeast of the house, a great, rambling, rocky, ten acre lot that straggled unevenly from the wood road down to the river.

To the casual onlooker, it seemed just a patch of underbrush.

There were half-grown birches all over it, and now and then a little dwarf spruce tree or cluster of hazel bushes.

But to the girls of Greenacres, that ten acre lot represented a treasure trove in the month of August when huckleberries and blueberries were ripe.