You must all come back into the lane now, and get on with blackberry-picking.

Your baskets are only half full yet." Very reluctantly the girls followed.

The fall exercised a fascination over them, and they could have stayed half an hour watching its white swirl.

They did not wish, however, to earn the reputation of slackers.
Two other parties had gone out blackberrying that afternoon, and there would be keen competition as to which would bring back the most pounds.
They set to work again, therefore, with enthusiasm, counting stained fingers and scratches as glorious wounds earned in the good cause.

Rona picked with zeal, but she had a preoccupied look on her face.
"Say, I liked that waterfall," she remarked to Ulyth.