"Eva and Myra and Mary and a lot of them, as well as myself, are forbidden to take any part in the play that is going to be given for the benefit of the Women's and Children's Hospital."
"Wal, that's what I call rough!" the farmer admitted. "To my mind the berries weren't worth all this catouse over 'em. No, sir!"
"But what did you suppose he would do to us?" asked the Corner House girl, desperately.
"Who?"
"Mr. Marks."
"Why—I dunno," said the puzzled farmer. "It re'lly is too bad he l'arned about you gals playin' that prank, ain't it?"
Agnes stared at him. She could not understand this at all. And immediately Mr. Buckham went on to say: "The Women's and Children's Hospital, eh? That's where your friend, Mrs. Eland, is matron, isn't it?"
"She is Tess' and Dot's friend," explained Agnes.
"Wal! I come inter town pertic'lar to-day to see her. I got kind of a funny letter from her this week."
"From Mrs. Eland?"