s to the vine-covered piazza where
Gail sat shelling peas, and dropped a handful of silver into her
sister's lap, saying, "Three dollars clear from my cakes this week! Wish
I could make that much every time. Mrs. Dunbar was perfectly delighted
with my jelly roll, and has ordered another for next Saturday."

"Isn't that fine!" smiled Gail. "You will have a bakery of your own some
day if you keep on. I thought she would like the roll; it was the best I
ever tasted."

"I think I could find quite a few customers for them if I only had the
jelly, but it costs so much to buy it, and all we have is that little
bit of apple jelly you made last summer."

"The crab-apple trees are loaded with mites of green apples,"
volunteered Cherry from the lower step, where she was making
cats-cradles with Allee.

"Yes, but they won't be ripe for weeks yet; and, besides, a sour jelly
is best for jelly rolls."

"Do blackberries make sour jelly?" asked Peace, pausing in her
occupation of fitting paper sails to the empty pods Gail had dropped.
"Cause the creek road is just lined with bushes."

"They are better than crab-apples, but it will be days before they are
ripe enough for use. I had thought of them, and investigated the bushes
only yesterday. Mrs. Grinnell says raspberries are best for the
purpose."

"Lots of people around here have raspberries," said Peace.

"And they want money for them, too."

"Mr. Hardman doesn't pay any 'tention to his down in the pasture. I've
helped myself there lots of times."

"But his wife does. I saw her there this morning."

Peace said no more, but, waiting until she saw their neighbor bring up
his cows to be milked, she slipped through the fence onto his land and
accosted him with the abrupt question, "How much will you take for the
rest of your raspberries?"

"What?"

She repeated her inquiry, and after scratching his head meditatively, he
exclaimed, as if to himself, "Another money-making scheme! If she don't
beat the Dutch!"

"This is a jelly-making scheme," returned Peace, with comical dignity.
"There is no money in it."

"Oh! Well, don't you know that raspberries are expensive?"

"Most people's are, but you never paid any 'tention to yours, so I
thought you would be glad to get rid of them for little or nothing."

"Oho!" he teased. "Begging again!"

"I'm not!" Peace denied hotly. "I'll pay for them if you don't charge
too high."

"How much will you pay?"

"I haven't any money,