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Berty and her grandmother were having a quiet little picnic together. They had gone away up the river to Cloverdale, and, landing among the green meadows, had followed a path leading to a small hill crowned by a grove of elm-trees.
Here Berty had established her grandmother on a rug with cushions, magazines, and a new book, and the ever-present knitting.