Part 38 (1/2)

But Sally continued to walk, regardless of the fact that both Alec and Bob had appeared round the corner of the house, coming toward her, hands in the pockets of their Sunday trousers, feet treading gingerly over the damp gra.s.s in their freshly-polished best shoes. On whatever part of Strawberry Acres Sally should be descried to-day, it might be safely prophesied that there her family would be likely to foregather.

CHAPTER XX

GREEN LEAVES

”So the great day has come at last! My word, but you've had the courage of your convictions! What a stretch of 'em!”

”Of convictions? Well, they're certainly embodied in those seven acres, whether there are any strawberries there or not. Don't you want to get over the fence and stroll up one of the rows? You may find a specimen or two of fruit worth setting your teeth into.”

Neil Chase, correctly clad in light flannels, eyed the fence critically before he clambered over it. ”I can be trusted to tear myself if there's a twopenny splinter anywhere,” said he. ”Must admit it looks rather worth while over here, though. h.e.l.lo--Dorothy's over already. Who's that a.s.sisting her? The Reverend Donald--in blue overalls! It's lucky Old Dutch can't see him now! I say, you've got a lot of pickers. Are they all members of the firm?”

Jarvis laughed as he followed Chase's glance up the rows. ”You've struck us on our first day,” he admitted. ”We agreed to make it a special celebration among ourselves, since only a small part of the berries are ripe.”

”The pink sun-bonnet covers an acquaintance, then,” inferred Neil, watching it approach from a distance. ”h.e.l.lo--it's Sally!” and he pulled off his hat to wave it in response to a salutation from the pink sun-bonnet, whose removal had disclosed a fair head whose locks the June suns.h.i.+ne was turning into gold. ”I suppose the blue one conceals Jo Burnside, the white one Miss Ferry, and so forth. I always said you people were no farmers--to dress for the part like stage strawberry-pickers,” he added, as Sally came within hearing.

”Why not? Could any stage be set to equal this one?” inquired Sally Lane.

”No, no--you can't shake hands with me--” She held up ten carmine-tipped fingers. ”What could be more appropriate for picking strawberries than a pink gingham?”

”It's mighty becoming, anyhow,” Neil offered tribute. ”Jove, Sally, but farming certainly does agree with you. Talk of roses--Dorothy!” he called, ”come here and look at these cheeks! Full in the sunlight, too.

I'll wager yours couldn't stand such a test.”

Sally promptly put on her sun-bonnet. ”A strawberry patch is no place for flattery, Mr. Neil Chase,” said she. ”Come with me, Dorothy. I'll show you the biggest berry you ever saw in your life--and you may eat it, too.”

Mrs. Chase gathered her white skirts about her, planted her white-shod feet recklessly in the wake of Sally's, and arrived in due time at the point where Sally had been picking. From nearby rows Josephine Burnside, Janet Ferry, and Constance Carew lifted heads to greet her.

”How awfully busy you all are!” cried Dorothy, consuming a fat berry with which Sally presented her. ”Too busy to greet your friends!”

”This isn't a reception, it's a working affair,” Janet replied gayly.

”Guests may help themselves to refreshments, but mustn't expect the hostesses to stop picking.”

”You have no trouble about getting the men at your entertainments, Sally,” observed Dorothy, scanning the field. ”They're all here, I see--even Max. Has he left the bank?”

”Yes, the first of May. This is our third season, you know--but the first one of bearing. Max is as enthusiastic as anybody, now. When you see him nearer you'll discover a great change in him. No more banks for him, if we can make anything like a success with the strawberries.”

”How do you know that you will? You're such amateurs at it.”

”We're not, if study of the subject amounts to anything,” Sally a.s.serted, with a little air of pride. ”Between books and experiment stations, and Alec's course at an agricultural school last winter, and Jarvis's visits to practical strawberry-growers, it would be strange if our methods went all astray. But they're not going astray. Look at these berries you're eating!”

Down the rows Jarvis was pursuing much the same line of argument with Neil Chase. ”It's not in reason, you know,” the visitor objected, critically selecting choice specimens of fruit along the rows and eating them with evident relish, ”it's not in reason for a lot of fellows like you, fresh from books and banks, to jump into this sort of thing and make it go without a hitch.”

”Well, you have the evidence of your eyes before you,” Jarvis returned with great good humour, from his knees among the vines where he was now picking busily again. ”To be sure it hasn't gone without a hitch. Last season we had a long spring drought to fight--and fought it, too, with irrigation. This spring the shot-hole fungus attacked us, but we overcame it with spraying. Of course next year a killing frost may come along and finish the crop for the year--we can't fight that. Such a frost is to be reckoned with on an average of about once in five years. But on the other years we expect to make up. Don't you think we can get our prices for such berries as these? And will you tell me why brains, even amateur ones, can't solve such problems as we have to face? You lawyers tackle hard cases and win them, even while you're green--if you possess certain qualities to begin with. We may be conceited, but we have an idea we possess the qualities necessary to successful strawberry culture. As a game, it's certainly a mighty interesting one.”

”The average farmer,” Neil argued, ”isn't a rich experimenter like you.

He can't afford to put good gold into fertilizers and irrigating pumps. I should think these fellows all around you would hate you for having the advantage of them.”

”On the contrary, as a matter of fact all but one or two are our very good friends, and much interested in our schemes. They've given us a lot of valuable advice--not on strawberry culture, because that's not in their line, but in other ways. They enjoy our mistakes hugely--that's only human--but they don't do it in an ill-natured way. Last spring when we sowed clover-seed for millet and didn't recognize it till the crop appeared, it was worth it to see them laugh at the joke, particularly as we didn't mind laughing with them. But I can tell you where we're scoring the biggest success after all, _and the one that would pay if half our crops turned out failures_. You haven't been out here for a year, at least. Take a look at Max, Alec, and Bob, when you get close to them, and tell me if they look like the same chaps you used to know in town.”