Her face, upturned to Barney, was full of pitiful seriousness, like a child's.
"Give me the basket," demanded Barney, and she yielded.

She stood watching him as he climbed the nearest tree; then she turned and met Charlotte's stern eyes full upon her.

Rose went under the tree herself, pulled down a low branch, and began to eat; several other girls were doing the same.

Thomas Payne passed the tree, bearing carefully Charlotte's little basket heaped with the finest cherries.
Rose tossed her head defiantly.

"She needn't say anything," she thought.
The morning advanced, the sun stood high, and there was a light wind, which now and then caused the cherry-leaves to smite the faces of the pickers.