and excited, he blurted out his story, and when he was through Mrs.
Royal told him to get ready for dinner.

Rod could eat but little, as his mind was so taken up with the good
fortune which had come his way. He was anxious to be off to the store
to get some berry-boxes.

"Where are you going to send your berries, Rodney?" Parson Dan inquired
when they were through with their dinner.

"To the city, I suppose," was the reply. "I can't sell them here very
well. Nearly all of the summer people raise their own."

"You should have some one place in the city to send them, Rodney. I
have heard that Peter McDuff gives good prices. You might try him."

"Will you write him a letter, grandad?"

"I think you had better do it yourself. This is your business, and you
must carry it through from beginning to the end."

It took Rod some time to write that letter. It was the first business
one he had ever written, and he did not know just what to say. At
last, after numerous efforts, he decided that this would be
satisfactory:


HILLCREST, N. B.
July 12th, 1911.