"He doos not," said Philetus — "he doosn't keep to hum for a
long spell."

"Who does send them, then?" said Constance.

"Who doos? It's Miss Fliddy Ringgan."

"Mamma!" exclaimed Constance, looking up.

"What does she have to do with it?" said Mrs. Evelyn.

"There don't nobody else have nothin' to deu with it — I guess
she's pretty much the hull," said her coadjutor. "Her and me
was a-picking 'em afore sunrise."

"All that basketful?"

" 't aint all strawberries — there's garden sass up to the
top."

"And does she send that, too?"

"She sends that teu," said Philetus, succinctly.

"But hasn't she any help in taking care of the garden?" said
Constance.

"Yes, Marm — I calculate to help considerable in the back
garden — she wont let no one into the front where she grows
her posies."