I had been working for about half an hour longer when I found I could

get no more, and this time I went a little way and called Ike from where

he was at work to move the ladder for me.

He came in a surly way, and then stared at me.

"Want me to move the ladder? Why can't yer move it yerself?" he

grumbled.

"You know I'm not strong enough," I said.

"Ho! that's it, is it? I thought you were such a great big cock-a-hoop

sort of a chap that you could do anything. Well, where's it to be?"

"Round the other side, I think," I said.

"No; this here's best," he cried, and whisking up the ladder I stood

admiring his great brown arms and the play of the muscles as he carried

the ladder as if it had been a straw, and planted it, after thrusting

the intervening boughs aside with the top to get it against a stout

limb.

"There you are, my lad," he said. "Now, are you satisfied?"

"Yes; and thank you, Ike," I said quickly. "And I'm very much obliged

to you about wanting to take the blame upon yourself about the broken

ladder and--"

"Here, I can't stand listening to speeches with my plants a-shrivelling

up in the sun. Call me if you wants me agen."

He gave me a curious look and went away, leaving me with the impression

that I had thoroughly offended him now, and that I was a most unlucky

boy.

I climbed the ladder again, picking as fast as I could to make up for

lost time; and as the sun shone so hotly and I kept on picking the

beautiful fruit with the bough giving and swaying so easily, I began to

feel more at ease once more. While I picked and filled and emptied my

basket I began to reason with myself and to think that after all Mr

Brownsmith would not be so very angry with me if I went to him boldly

and told the truth.

This thought cheered me wonderfully, and I was busily working away when

I heard the whistling and scratching noise made by somebody walking

sharply through the gooseberry bushes, and, looking round, there was Ike

carrying another ladder, and Shock coming along loaded with baskets,

evidently to go on picking apples from one of the neighbouring trees.

They neither of them spoke. Ike planted the ladder ready, and Shock

took a basket and ran up, and was hard at work by the time Ike was out

of sight.

I had hardly spoken to the boy since I had found him eating snails; and

as I went on picking with my back to him, and thinking of the poor child

being found crawling in the road and brought in a basket, and of his

always running away from the workhouse, I felt a kind of pity for him,

and determined to try if I could not help him, when all at once I felt a

sharp pain accompanying a severe blow on the leg, as if some one had

thrown a stone at me.




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