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THE THIMBLEBERRIES. 73
are not accustomed to make good suggestions ;
and as to good spirits I am not quite certain
they would take so much pains. I think, how
ever, they do sometimes touch smaller chords in
human character than this.
Henry thought of the thimbleberries :
" My
mother likes them," thought he,
" and so does
Sarah ; but they are both too busy to pick them
for themselves, and have been so these two days,
while the birds are carrying them off by whole
sale. It is a small matter, I know, to regard as
a gift ; but I am half disposed to surprise mother
and sister with the quart measure full of thimble
berries."
Some of my readers may not know what I
mean by thimbleberries. They are a sort of
wild raspberry, growing about the hedges in