The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 13 Page 10

brought me everything from corn whiskey to fodder for my horse. A woman brought me a bag of dried blueberries the other day. I don’t know what to do with them. I have to take them, for I can’t be graceless enough to send them away with their gifts.”

“You bring ‘em here, an’ Cass’ll make ye a blueberry cake to eat hot with butter melt’n’ on hit ‘at’ll make ye think the world’s a good place to live in.”

“I’ll do it,” he said, laughing, and took his solitary path up the steep. Halfway to his cabin, he heard quick, scrambling steps behind him, and, turning, saw little Hoyle bringing Cassandra’s small melon-shaped basket, covered with a white cloth.

“I said I could run faster’n