In Berry it is the women that are sour, but the wines are rich.
At times they lost the trail, as it was overgrown with fern and berry bush.
And Cap'n Berry—the depot master—says he went to Trumet on the afternoon freight.
Miss Berry laughed, too, but she still seemed somewhat puzzled.
For at that instant Miss Berry came into the room, entering from the hall.
And then Mrs. Berry, who happened to be facing the door, saw him.
"Yes, do," cried Berry, as his guest hurried down to the gate.
If they are Mrs. Berry's, as you absurdly pretend to think they are, again you have no claim.
The latter was standing there, deep in conversation with Mrs. Berry.
"That Berry girl," which was his way of thinking of her, was attractive and kind and a lady.