"What did you do with the ten-pound sack of sugar Annie says you carried off?" she asked desperately.
It was necessary to repeat the question several times before she succeeded in obtaining a reply.
"Pu—pu—put it in the su—su—cider," Sube finally confessed.
"Cider!" cried Mr. Cane exultantly. "Have you been drinking cider?"
"A lu—lu—little."
"Where did you boys get cider?"
"Mu—mu—made it."
"Made it!" Mr. Cane could not believe his ears. "Made it? How could you boys make cider?"
The process was soon explained. But Mr. Cane was still in doubt. It seemed incredible that a little sweet cider could bring about such disastrous results.
"How much did you drink?" he asked at length.