"You can eat your cherries yourself and be damned," said Thomas Payne, and was out of the yard with the gay swagger which he had learned along with his Greek and Latin at college.

The next day Silas saw the party in Squire Payne's big wagon, with Thomas driving, and the cousin's pink cheeks and white plumed hat conspicuous in the midst, pass merrily on their way to a cherryless picnic at a neighboring pond, and the young college men shouted out a doggerel couplet which the wit of the party had made and set to a rough tune.
"Who lives here ?" the basses demanded in grim melody, and the tenors responded, "Old Silas Berry, who charges sixpence for a cherry." Silas heard the mocking refrain repeated over and over between shouts of laughter long after they were out of sight.
Rose, who had not been bidden to the picnic, heard it and wept as she peered around her curtain at the gay party.

William, who had also not been bidden, stormed at his father, and his mother joined him.
"You're jest a-puttin' your own eyes out, Silas Berry," said she; "you hadn't no business to ask such a price for them cherries; it's more than they are worth; folks won't stand it.

You asked too much for 'em last year." "I know what I'm about," returned Silas, sitting in his arm-chair at the window, with dogged chin on his breast.
"You wait an' see," said Hannah.

"You've jest put your own eyes out." And after-events proved that Hannah was right.