One day I had persuaded our aunt to let her accompany me--Lily herself was always ready to go--for the sake of collecting some baskets of berries.  "I promise to come back with as many as I can carry, to fill your jam-pots," said I.  There were whortleberries, and thimble-berries, blue-berries, raspberries, and strawberries, and many others which, I reminded her, were now in season.  "If we do not get them now, the time will pass.  Lily's fingers, too, will pick them quicker than mine, so that we shall get double as many as I should get by myself," I observed.