of tin
pails,
much
running to
and fro,
and
frequent
demands
for
something
to eat,
one August
afternoon,
for the
boys were
going
huckleberrying,
and made
as much
stir about
it as if
they were
setting
out to
find the
North West
Passage.
"Now, my
lads, get
off as
quietly as
you can,
for Rob is
safely out
of the
way, and
won't see
you," said
Mrs.
Bhaer, as
she tied
Daisy's
broad-brimmed
hat, and
settled
the great
blue
pinafore
in which
she had
