she
did not wish to hear any thing about that "cross old Jim." He was not
her boy, she said, and she had nothing to do with him or his faults.

She then went to talking about other things, and helped Rollo begin to
fill his basket again. He showed her where the berries were thickest,
and led her round behind a rock to show her a beautiful wild flower that
he had found; he said he did not bring it to her, for his father had
told him not to touch any flowers or berries that they did not know, for
fear they might be poisonous.

After a little while, Rollo's mother left him and Lucy together, and
went back lo where his father and uncle were.

"Well," said they, "how did you find Rollo?"

"Pleasant, but not _penitent_," said she Lucy and Rollo went on
gathering berries some time after Rollo's mother left him, in silence.
Rollo felt rather unhappy, but he was not subdued. His heart was still
proud and unhumbled, and after a time, he said to Lucy,

"It seems to me very strange that my mother does not think those boys
were to blame any for doing so."

"She does think they were to blame, Rollo, I know."

"No, she does not; she will not hear me say any thing about them."

Lucy did not answer, because she knew it would do no good to dispute
with Rollo, while he was so unreasonable. Rollo ought to have been
willing to have seen his fault, and to have felt truly sorry for it; but
he was not, and so Lucy thought it was better not to talk with him about
it at all. If he had been truly sorry, and had gone and told his father
so, and asked his forgiveness, he would have been happy again.

But as it was, he was not happy. The recollection of his disobedience
and sin would remain in his mind, and though he tried to talk, and
laugh, and play, as usual, his mind was not much at ease. In fact, he
was secretly glad when the time arrived for going home.

The party all gathered together on a smooth piece of ground, about the
middle of the afternoon, to make their arrangements for going down the
mountain. They put their baskets, filled beautifully with blueberries,
together on the grass, while they sat on the stones and logs around, to
rest a little before walking down.

Then Rollo's father arranged the order of march. Jonas was to go first,
with two of the heaviest baskets of berries. Next came Lucy, with her
little basket about two thirds full, and with leaves and some beautiful
pieces of moss she had found, put in upon the top. Th