"Just a little bit further," Marianne said to her sister Betty as they drove the carriage into the eastern edge of the clearing.  "There were plenty of altaberry plants last year at this time."<br/><br/>"I hope we find them," Betty replied.  "We got five silver per bushel for those berries last year, and we could use the money.  Look over there, on the sunny side of those redwoods."  Marianne nodded.  "They like the afternoon sun."  And in fact there was afternoon sun, which made Betty's red hair seem to come alive, despite how it was pent up in a ponytail with a blue piece of cloth.  Her hair contrasted nicely with her blue skirt and top.  She had gotten the outfit for her birthday, her nineteenth, last month.<br/><br/>Marianne was a year and a half younger than her sister.  Her hair was more blonde than red.  "There--that rock outcropping.  At the base of it."  The younger girl urged the horses on.  "If there's as much as last year, we can pay Mom's farm off."