Well, I thought, at least for once, Joss has to do “women’s work.” How wonderful that Father forbade his wife to work under the hot sun and ordered Joss to pick the strawberries with me! Prissy would not have been able to bend over in her present condition, anyway.
“Well, I have been looking for it all day, and here it is—finally!” Joss suddenly said, holding a strawberry high above his head as if in celebration of something.
“The very last strawberry. I think I have found it! Or at least it is the last one for me. I am going to take a swim in the pond. I have definitely earned it today, slaving away in this awful heat. I do not know why I had to do girl’s work, anyway. I am glad none of my friends happened by. That would have been humiliating!”
“There’s still half a row to go, Joss! You cannot leave now and make me finish alone. That’s not fair!”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish