Lom goes Blackberrying. — 230

 

into jam, and the sugar was no more to be
seen, it was poured into two large white jars,
and covered with white paper, and tied round
with string. Then Tom wrote on the top—
“Inside this is blackberry jam ;” and then he
sent it to Archie’s grandmamma to eat, with
a note which he wrote all by himself, and did
not spoil witha single blot. And this is what
he said—

“My DEAR NICE oLD Lapy,—We picked
these blackberries, and the cook boiled them
into jam. I got dreadfully scratched. Archie
did not. I hope the cook has made the jam
as well as the bees made the honey you gave
me. I have eaten it all up, because it was
so good. Good-bye, dear nice old lady.—
You know my name is “Tom.”

Archie also sent a pot of jam, covered with
white paper, and tied round with string.
And he also sent a note, written by himself,
and without a single blot, like Tom’s. He

wrote—
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