`` Mr. Scott planted the yellow plum tree in Grandfather 's time , '' said Cecily , peeling one of the plums , `` and when he did it he said it was as Christian an act as he ever did . I wonder what he meant . I do n't see anything very Christian about planting a tree . '' `` I do , '' said the Story Girl sagely . When next we assembled ourselves together , it was after milking , and the cares of the day were done with . We foregathered in the balsam-fragrant aisles of the fir wood , and ate early August apples to such an extent that the Story Girl said we made her think of the Irishman 's pig . `` An Irishman who lived at Markdale had a little pig , '' she said , `` and he gave it a pailful of mush . The pig at the whole pailful , and then the Irishman put the pig IN the pail , and it did n't fill more than half the pail . Now , how was that , when it held a whole pailful of mush ? '' This seemed to be a rather unanswerable kind of conundrum . We discussed the problem as we roamed the wood , and Dan and Peter almost quarrelled over it , Dan maintaining that the thing was impossible , and Peter being of the opinion that the mush was somehow `` made thicker '' in the process of being eaten , and so took up less room . During the discussion we came out to the fence of the hill pasture where grew the `` bad berry '' bushes . Just what these `` bad berries '' were I can not tell . We never knew their real name . They were small , red-clustered berries of a glossy , seductive appearance , and we were forbidden to eat them , because it was thought they might be poisonous . Dan picked a cluster and held it up . `` Dan King , do n't you DARE eat those berries , '' said Felicity in her `` bossiest '' tone . `` They 're poison . Drop them right away . '' Now , Dan had not had the slightest intention of eating the berries .
But XXXXX Felicity 's prohibition the rebellion which had smouldered in him all day broke into sudden flame .
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