15/57 Ain't you ashamed of yourself ?" "Not a mite." He took a handful of the frostbitten berries from his coat pocket and inspected them lovingly. "Ain't they fine ?" he asked, crunching two or three between his teeth. "I picked 'em up as I came along. I tell you, that's the home taste, all right." "Don't eat those frozen things. They'll give you your never-get-over." "What? |