CHAP, XXVI.—TOM GOES BLACKBERRYING, AND
MAKES BLACKBERRY JAM.

CYSHE blackberries in the hedges were ripe,
and it was time to go and pick them.

“Tom,” said his mamma, “don’t you think

it would be nice to get some for Archie’s

grandmamma, and send her a pot of black-

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berry jam, when she was kind enough to give
you that pot of nice honey ?”

“Ves,” said Tom; “very nice, indeed.
And we will eat the scum.”

He went to find Archie at once, and tell
him about tt.

“Are you fond of scum?” he asked, as
soon as he had done so.

“Of course,” said Archie. “ Everybody
is.”
They started, carrying a large basket to