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  CHAPTER III

  THE STRIKE

  "Oh, mercy!" exclaimed Bess, as they neared the shed, "did you eversee such a hateful old woman!"

  "Hush!" whispered Belle. "Do you want us to go back to Chelton withoutour berries?"

  "If she ever looks at them they will sour--they couldn't keep," went onBess, recklessly, but in lowered tones.

  "We would like two crates of berries," Cora was saying to the woman,who stood, hands on her hips, framed in the narrow doorway of thesorting shed.

  "Yes," answered the woman. "Step inside and pick 'em out. They are allfresh picked to-day. Rose, don't you know enough to make room for theyoung lady?" and the woman glared at the girl who had hurried in fromthe patch.

  "Oh, I have plenty of room," Cora said with a smile to Rose. "What arethose little sticks for?"

  "Them's the tally-sticks," answered the woman. "They get one for everyquart they pick, and then they cash 'em in. Here!" and she snapped abunch from the trembling hands of the girl who was counting and tyingup in bunches the wooden counters, "let me show 'em to the younglady."

  "Oh, I can see them," declared Cora, without trying to hide herdistaste for the woman's rudeness to Rose. "How many tally-sticks didyou get to-day?" she asked the girl.

  "Oh, she don't get any," spoke the woman. Rose never raised her eyes."Them two girls have me robbed with their eatin' and drinkin' andairs. I have to take care of them--they're me own sister's children,"and she raised the hem of her dirty apron to her eyes.

  "But they help you," insisted Cora. "They pick berries all day, dothey not?"

  "Help me?" came with a sneer. "I would like to see how! There's shoesto be bought, clothes and all sich. Then, butter is high, and themgirls must have butter on their bread."

  "When we don't get anything else," spoke up Rose, boldly.

  "What!" called the aunt, her eyes flashing angrily. "That's the wayI'm thanked! Go up to the house, and wash them dishes, and don't youleave the house till--I've talked with you," she commanded. "It's ahard job to bring up somebody else's children," and she tried to sigh,"but I am bound to do my best by 'em."

  Bess and Belle seemed actually frightened. They did not venture underthe roof of the shack, but stood at the door with eyes staring. Rosepassed out, and, as she did so, she winked at Belle. Belle gave afriendly little tug at the brown apron as it passed, and then Besswent inside, at Cora's request, to select her crate.

  Four very small boys slouched up the path to the shed. Their crateswere full and they seemed ready to drop down from exhaustion. One,with fiery red hair, pushed his way ahead of the others and presentedhis tray to the woman. She surveyed it critically, then said:

  "Andy, did you swipe a bunch of tallies this morning?"

  "I did not!" replied the little fellow indignantly.

  "How many you got?" she demanded.

  He dug his dirty, brown hands down deep into his trousers pockets.Then he brought up three bunches of the tally-sticks.

  "Humph! I thought so," said the woman. "Do you mean to tell me amonkey like you can pick ten an hour?"

  "He's the best picker on the patch," spoke up another lad, "and I waswith him when he brought each tray in!"

  The girls stood back, deeply interested. The woman took the tray fromAndy and turned away without offering the ten little sticks whichrepresented the gathering of ten quarts of berries.

  "Where's my tallies?" he demanded.

  "You--jest--w-a-i-t," drawled the woman.

  The other boys stepped back. Evidently they were going to "stick byAndy."

  "I'll give you your crates, and let you go, young ladies," said thewoman to Cora. "These little rowdies ain't no fit company forcustomers in automobiles."

  "Oh, indeed we are enjoying looking around," declared Cora. "Do givethe boys their checks, and let them go back to the patch. They arewasting time."

  Thus cornered, the woman was obliged to go on settling with thepickers.

  "Well," she said, "I'll give you credit, Andy, until I get a chance tolook it up. Here, Narrow (to a very tall boy), gi'me yourn."

  "Nope!" replied the tall boy. "We waits fer Andy."

  "Well, I'm blowed!" exclaimed the woman. "If you kids ain't got acheek! I've a good mind to chase every one of yer."

  Andy stepped back to where she had deposited the box.

  "Here!" she called, entirely forgetting the presence of the motorgirls. "Git out of here!" and at that she struck the little fellow ablow on the head that caused him to reel, and then fall backward intoan open crate of fresh berries!

  "Now you've done it!" yelled the woman. "You have mashed every one ofthem! There!" and she dragged him to his little, bruised feet. "Do youthink I can sell stuff like that! Mush! Every red berry of 'em!"

  "Oh, make her stop!" pleaded Bess to Cora. "She may strike him again."

  "What will you do with that crate of berries?" asked Cora, pushing herway between the angry woman and the frightened boy.

  "Make him pay fer 'em, of course," shouted the tyrant. "And serves himright, too, for his imperdence!"

  Big heavy tears plowed their way through the dirty little spots on theboy's cheeks. To pay for the crate would take all his week's earnings.

  "You did it yourself!" declared a boy who boldly faced the woman, "andAndy's not goin' to stand fer it, or we all strike; don't we,fellers?"

  "Sure, we do!" came a chorus, not only from those who had beenwaiting, but from a second group that had come up in the meantime.

  "Strike, eh?" cried the woman. "Well, you kin all clear out! Do youhear! Every dirty one of ye! Git off the place or--I'll let the dogsloose!"

  "Oh, goodness me!" exclaimed Bess, clutching Cora's sleeve. "Do comeaway! There will be--bloodshed!"

  "We must wait," replied Cora calmly. "I guess she is not so anxious tohave her berries rot on the vines, and most of the good pickers seemto be with Andy."

  Belle was nervously walking down the path toward the autos.

  The boys stood defiantly, waiting for the woman to produce Andy'stallies.

  "Give him his sticks," called one of them, "or we'll smash every berryin the patch!"

  "You will, eh!" yelled the woman. "I'll show you!"

  "Oh, Cora!" cried Bess, but Cora was too much interested in the boysto heed.

  The woman left the shed and ran toward the house.

  "She's after the dogs!" shouted one boy.

  "Come ahead, fellers!" called another, and at that a dozen or morelads ran wildly through the patch; crushing the ripe luscious fruit asthey went. Nellie, who was still picking berries, jumped up from herwork. She saw the savage dogs tear away from their kennels, theirchains rattling as the woman snapped them from the collars.

  Bess and Belle ran to Cora within the shed.

  "Here, Nero! Nero!" suddenly called Nellie. "Here Tige! Here Tige!"

  Wonder of animal instinct! Those two dogs forgot the commands of thewoman to "Sic 'em!" and eagerly they ran to Nellie. To Nellie to bepatted, and caressed. To Nellie who fed them! What did they care aboutthe woman who would strike them? Nellie was their friend and now theywere hers! The woman, having let loose the dogs, ran on toward thehouse, some distance from the berry shed.