Elizabeth did come, but with a very uncompromising set of the said eyebrows.

It appeared that everybody was going strawberrying, except Mrs. Landholm and Winthrop; at least the former had not her bonnet on, and the latter was not in the company at all.  The children found this out and raised a cry of dismay, which was changed into a cry of entreaty as Winthrop came in.  Winthrop was going after fish.  But Winifred got hold of his hand, and Asahel withstood him with arguments; and at last Mrs. Landholm put in her gentle word, that strawberries would de just as well as fish, and better.  So Winthrop put up his fishing-rod and shouldered the oars, and armed with baskets of all sizes the whole party trooped after him.

In the boat Elizabeth might have had a good opportunity to act upon her cousin’s request; for Rufus sat in the stern with them and talked, while Winthrop handled the oars.  But Rufus and her cousin had the talk all to themselves; Elizabeth held off from it, and gave her eyes to nothing but the river and the hills.

They crossed the river, going a little up, to a tiny green valley just at the water’s edge.  On every side but the river it was sheltered and shut in by woody walls nigh two hundred feet in height.  The bottom of the valley was a fine greensward, only sprinkled with trees; while from the edge of it the virgin forest rose steeply to the first height, and then following the broken ground stretched away up to the top of the neighbouring mountains.  From the valley bottom, however, nothing of these could be seen; nothing was to be seen but its own leafy walls and the blue sky above them.

“Is this the place where we are to find strawberries?” said Miss Cadwallader.

“This is the place,” said Rufus; “this is Bright Spot, from time out of mind the place for strawberries; nobody ever comes here but to pick them.  The vines cover the ground.”

“The sun won’t be on it long,” said Elizabeth; “I don’t see why you call it Bright Spot.”

“You won’t often see a brighter spot when the sun is on it,” said Winthrop.  “It gets in the shadow of Wut-a-qut-o once in a while.”

“The grass is kept very fresh here,” said Rufus.  “But the strawberry vines are all over in it.”

So it was proved.  The valley was not a smooth level as it had looked from the river, but broken into little waves and hollows of ground; in parts, near the woods, a good deal strewn with loose rocks and grown with low clumpy bushes of different species of cornus, and buckthorn, and sweetbriar.  In these nooks and hollows, and indeed over the whole surface of the ground the vines ran thick, and the berries, huge, rich and rare, pretended to hide themselves, while the whole air was alive with their sweetness.