"Yes," said Belinda, "they were even selling home-made jam on the way to Rustenburg and-"
"Well," Mike interrupted firmly, "why shouldn't we put our peaches into paper bags and sell them and make hundreds of pounds for Stella's keep?"
"Oh, Mike!" said Belinda. "What a wonderful idea! Could we?"
"I don't see why not," said Mike.
"Oh, no, we couldn't," Belinda interrupted. "Mummy's watching those peaches like a hawk, waiting for them to be ripe."
"If they all disappear one night," said Mike carelessly, "she'll think they've been stolen."
From VENTURE TO SOUTH AFRICA, Chapter 9, Looking After Stella.
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