The busy worker inside paid him no attention.

Presently Merle yawned.
"Well, I guess I'll come in there myself and pick a few berries," he said very loudly.
He was giving fair notice to any malign power that might be waiting to blast him.

After a fitting interval, he joined his brother and fell to work.
"Well, I must say!" he chattered.

"Who's afraid to come into a graveyard when they can get berries like this?
We can fill the pails, and that's thirty cents right here." The fruit fell swiftly.

The Wilbur twin worked in silence.