A gentleman came up to inquire into the matter.
“These children ought to be taught a lesson. That Granford boy carried off an expensive toy the other night and I sent a 27 note to his mother that brought her to terms at once. See what is the value of these things.”
The counter girl began to place the pieces together and examine the marks.
“It is—sixty-seven cents.”
“That’s too much. We’ll send a note to his mother, and young sir, if you dare to come in this store again, we’ll send you to jail, I think.”
Quite a crowd had collected. One lady looked at him sharply.
“Why, it’s little Jack Borden,” she said. “What’s the matter?”
Marilla told the story over.
“I don’t care,” Jack flung out. “I just stamped on the old things.”
“Take that to Mrs. Borden,” and the man handed Marilla a folded note. “Now, I’ll see you out, young sir.”