Lizzy walked away, and began hunting checkerberries with an unusual ardor.

They looked for the story in the windings of the checkerberry-vine and blue-eyed periwinkle, on the lichens curiously growing on the boles of aged trees; but for all these they had no dictionary.

" She and her younger sister Annie were allowed one April day, by their mother, to go into the woods just before school hours, to gather checkerberries.

" "Hurrah for Checkerberry!" cried another lad, mistaking the name of the high (imaginary) Italian artist.

"So that's the chap they called Chicory, or Checkerberry," whispered C. Skimmerhorn, Esq.