"Try some of these nice ripe blackberries," he royally urged.
"Thanks a lot!" said the girl, and did so.

But the hospitality remained one-sided.
"I have to keep up my strength," she explained.

"I have a long, hard journey before me.

I'm running away." Blackberry juice now stained her chin, enriching a colour scheme already made notable by dye from the candy.
"Running away!" echoed the twins.

This, also, was sane.
"Where to ?" demanded Wilbur.
"Far, far off to the great city with all its pitfalls." "New York ?" demanded Merle.