That's the way to do it, and the rest of the bunch not hurt.

Now then, your back's younger than mine.

Go ahead." I felt hot and uncomfortable, but I took the rhubarb leaf, stepped in amongst the clean straw, and, using my nails as he had bid me, found that the strawberries came off wonderfully well.
"Only the ripe ones, boy; leave the others.

Pick away.

Poor old Tommy then!" I looked up to see if he was speaking to me, but he had let one of the cats run up to his shoulder, and he was stroking the soft lithe creature as it rubbed itself against his head.
"That's the way, boy," he cried, as I scissored off two or three berries in the way he had taught me.