"Miss Starkweather," said the young fellow steadily, "I certainly did sell this place to your father, and if I told him anything about the vineyard I most certainly told him they were raisin-grapes; and upon my soul I thought they were.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham
Yes; I'm going over to Bassett's raisin-camp to pick grapes.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham
He ate another raisin.
"The Widow O'Callaghan's Boys"
Gulielma Zollinger