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Pare and slice the pine apples, and make a syrup of a pound of sugar and half a pint of water to a pound of fruit; clarify and skim it, then put in the apples and let them cook gently for half an hour; if you do not want to keep them long, much less sugar will do. Blackberries.
"For the inside of my mouth," said the Carl, "for the recesses and crannies and deep-down profundities of my stomach. Meal, meal!" he lamented. Meal was brought. The Carl put his coat on the ground, opened it carefully, and revealed a store of blackberries, squashed, crushed, mangled, democratic, ill-looking. "The meal!" he groaned, "the meal!" It was given to him.
He gave her many flower roots and sold others at very low prices. In the lower part of the garden, where the ground was rather heavy and moist, he put out a large number of raspberries; and along a stone fence, where weeds and bushes had been usurping the ground, he planted two or three varieties of blackcaps. He also lined another fence with Kittatinny blackberries.
Even the screech of the wagons, that needed greasing, seemed to send forth a happy sound. It was fine, I tell you. The blackberries were ripe, and the roadsides were lined with this delicious fruit.
Most everything else has gone. There used to be lovely currants and raspberries over there, and there were a few blackberries." "We know where there are some blackberries still, don't we, Alice?" said Marjorie. "Yes, they have ripened late; they're not so very big, but we are going to get them. We're going to take our lunch with us and gather all we can find."
She managed to get close to her, and, under pretence of helping with the blackberries, drew her a little to one side, where they could talk without being overheard. "Do you like to live here?" she asked confidentially, as their fingers met in the blackberry basket. "Yea," said the little Shakeress, glancing round shyly. Then as she saw that nobody was noticing them, she became more communicative.
Arrived at the end of the meadow, however, Willie seemed somehow to pass into another lane, and there on the hedgerows instead of blackberries hung curious-looking bottles, and they were all labelled "Mr. Phil Viall, Chemist and Druggist." Alas! poor Willie, he knew those bottles far too well. Some of them were yellow and others were white, while a few were dreadfully black.
Doris sat on the edge of the table by the window picking over blackberries, and the two stared fixedly at the intruder. She was frankly over forty, a large buoyant type of woman with a mass of curly ashen blonde hair and sparkling black eyes, the north of Italy type, with a wonderful complexion, as Helen said later, like the skin of a yellow peach.
It was, of course, the way past the Desmond cottage, which, when he came in sight of it round the shoulder of upland where it stood, was curiously strange, curiously familiar. It needed painting badly, and the grounds had a sadly neglected air. The naked legs of little girls no longer twinkled over the lawn, which was grown neglectedly up to low-bush blackberries.
One of the men who followed him broke in on that, "No use, Asbiorn. We cannot put into any Irish port in safety. And over there princes are thick as blackberries, and as poor as the brambles that bear them." "Aye, and as prickly," said Dalfin. "Have you learned that also?" The men laughed. One of them said that the Irishman's Danish speech was not bad, and that it was a pity
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