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Lurindy, she lives at home the most of the time; and once in a while, when Stephen and mother and I and she are all together, and as gay as larks, and the baby is creeping round, swallowing pins and hooks and eyes as if they were blueberries, and the fire is burning, and the kettle singing, and the hearth swept clean, it seems as if heaven had actually come down, or we'd all gone up without waiting for our robes; it seems as if it was altogether too much happiness for one family.
For our larder was still full, and as if to provide us with the luxuries as well as the necessities of life, Nature had spread an inexhaustible dessert of the largest and most luscious blueberries around our tents.
"Well, I never saw anything like this before. Looks like hell; don't it?" said the officer. "Yes," said Mavering. "Is it uncommon?" "Well, I should say so. I guess we're going to have a picnic." Mavering thought of blueberries, but he did not say anything. "I guess it's going to be a regular circus." Mavering did not care. He asked incuriously, "How do you find your course in such weather?"
"You remember them old dresses we wore no classy bathin'-suits then but my the mornings used to smell good! That path to the shore was all wild roses and we used to find blueberries in them woods. Us girls was always teasin' Hetty, her bathin'-dress was white muslin and when it was wet it stuck to her all over, she showed through my, how we'd laugh, but yet for all," concluded Mrs.
Next, mix the 1/4 cupful of flour with the berries and fold them into the batter. Fill well-greased muffin pans about two-thirds full of the batter, and bake in a hot oven for about 20 minutes. DATE MUFFINS. The recipe given for blueberry muffins may be used for date muffins by substituting dates for blueberries.
When breakfast was over and the hour of the mass come, all told their chaplet together; and then the long delightful idle Sunday lay before them. But the day's programme was already settled. Eutrope Gagnon came in just as they were finishing dinner, which was early, and at once they all set forth, provided with pails, dishes and tin mugs of every shape and size. The blueberries were fully ripe.
The dark tiny leaves of the creeping snow-berry were all sprinkled over with delicate drops of spicy foam. There were few belated raspberries, and, if we chose to go out into the burnt ground, we could find blueberries in plenty. But there was still bloom enough to give that festal air without which the most abundant feast seems coarse and vulgar.
"Watch out or I'll sic my little dog onto you!" warned Harry. "Let's not aggravate him any more than we have to," cautioned Jack. "Take him some grub and throw it onto the beach. Then be quick about getting back, for it's getting late. It's three bells now!" Harry rowed ashore with some canned beans, meats and blueberries.
"Wal, now, boys, ye've done a nice lot o' flax, and I guess we'll go up to yer grand'ther's cellar and git a mug o' cyder. Talkin' always gits me dry." Scene. The shady side of a blueberry-pasture. Sam Lawson with the boys, picking blueberries. Sam, loq.
All things seemed to unite in tempting the tired traveller to stretch himself out on the warm fragrant grass, and spend the day in luxurious idleness, listening to the buzzing of the sleepy bees, inhaling the sweet smell of crushed blueberries, and watching the wreaths of curling smoke which rose lazily from the lofty crater of the great white volcano.
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