They looked earnestly at the bush, and saw that their friend spoke truly. Upon a high limb was one plump, red berry, looking much like a cranberry, while lower down grew another but smaller berry, which appeared to be partially withered. "Good!" the lark-children cried, joyfully; and the next moment Chubbins added: "You eat the big berry, Twink." "Why?" she asked, hesitating. "It looks as if it had more stomach-ache in it," he replied. "I'm not afraid of that," said she. "But do you suppose the little berry will be enough for you? One side of it is withered, you see." "That won't matter," returned the boy-lark. "The Royal Necromancer said to eat one berry. He didn't say a little or a big one, you know, or whether it should be plump or withered." "That is true," said the girl-lark. "S
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