"Yes," said Robert, quietly. "When one business gives out, I try
another."

"You've made a good choice," said Halbert. "It's what you are adapted
for."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't expect to stick to it all my
life."

"How do you sell your berries?"

"Ten cents a quart."

"You'd better call on your friend, Miss Hester Paine, and see if she
won't buy some."

"Thank you for the advice, but it comes too late. She bought four quarts
of me."

"She did!" returned Halbert, surprised. "I didn't think you'd go there."

"Why not?"

"She won't think much of a boy that has to pick berries for a living."

"I don't think that will change her opinion of me. Why should it?"

"It's a low business."

"I don't see it."