‘Phew!’ cried Lisa.
‘Ugh!’ cried Aina.
‘What now?’ cried the big sister.
‘A worm!’ cried Lisa.
‘On the raspberry!’ cried Aina.
‘Kill it!’ cried Otto.
‘What a fuss over a poor little worm!’ said the big sister scornfully.
‘Yes, when we had cleaned the raspberries so carefully,’ said Lisa.
‘It crept out from that very large one,’ put in Aina.
‘And supposing someone had eaten the raspberry,’ said Lisa.
‘Then they would have eaten the worm, too,’ said Aina.
‘Well, what harm?’ said Otto.
‘Eat a worm!’ cried Lisa.
‘And kill him with one bite!’ murmured Aina.
‘Just think of it!’ said Otto laughing.
‘Now it is crawling on the table,’ cried Aina again.
‘Blow it away!’ said the big sister.
‘Tramp on it!’ laughed Otto.
But Lisa took a raspberry leaf, swept the worm carefully on to the leaf and carried it out into the yard. Then Aina noticed that a sparrow sitting on the fence was just ready to pounce on the poor little worm, so she took up the leaf, carried it out into the wood and hid it under a raspberry bush where the greedy sparrow could not find it. Yes, and what more is there to tell about a raspberry worm? Who would give three straws for such a miserable little thing? Yes, but who would not like to live in such a pretty home as it lives in; in such a fresh fragrant dark- red cottage, far away in the quiet wood among flowers and green leaves!
Now it was just dinner time, so they all had a dinner of raspberries and cream. ‘Be careful with the sugar, Otto,’ said the big sister; but Otto’s plate was like a snowdrift in winter, with just a little red under the snow.
Soon after dinner the big sister said: ‘Now we have eaten up the raspberries and we have none left to make preserve for the winter; it would be fine if we could get two baskets full of berries, then we could clean them this evening, and to-morrow we could cook them in the big preserving pan, and then we should have raspberry jam to eat on our bread!’
‘Come, let us go to the wood and pick,’ said Lisa.
‘Yes, let us,’ said Aina. ‘You take the yellow basket and I will take the green one.’
‘Don’t get lost, and come back safely in the evening,’ said the big sister.
‘Greetings to the raspberry worm,’ said Otto, mockingly. ‘Next time I meet him I shall do him the honour of eating him up.’
So Aina and Lisa went off to the wood. Ah! how delightful it was there, how beautiful! It was certainly tiresome sometimes climbing over the fallen trees, and getting caught in the branches, and waging war with the juniper bushes and the midges, but what did that matter? The girls climbed well in their short dresses, and soon they were deep in the wood.
There were plenty of bilberries and elder berries, but no raspberries. They wandered on and on, and at last they came … No, it could not be true! … they came to a large raspberry wood. The wood had been on fire once, and now raspberry bushes had grown up, and there were raspberry bushes and raspberry bushes as far as the eye could see. Every bush was weighted to the ground with the largest, dark red, ripe raspberries, such a wealth of berries as two little berry pickers had never found before!
Lisa picked, Aina picked. Lisa ate, Aina ate, and in a little while their baskets were full.
‘Now we shall go home,’ said Aina. ‘No, let us gather a few more,’ said Lisa. So they put the baskets down on the ground and began to fill their pinafores, and it was not long before their pinafores were full, too.
‘Now we shall go home,’ said Lina. ‘Yes, now we shall go home,’ said Aina. Both girls took a basket in one hand and held up her apron in the other and then turned to go home. But that was easier said than done. They had never been so far in the great wood before, they could not find any road nor path, and soon the girls noticed that they had lost their way.