"Yes, sir. One girl's name was left off the list," Neale said confidently.
"Oh, dear me! Dear, dear me!" murmured the old farmer, pursing his lips and eyeing Neale very gravely.
"And that particular girl is going to have one of the best parts in the show they are giving for the hospital benefit," Neale pursued.
"You don't say so?" said old Bob Buckham, still seriously.
"And that very part is just what would be given our Aggie if she were not in disgrace—yes, sir!"
"Not little Pretty?" demanded the farmer.
"Yes, sir."
"My! my!"
"This one girl whose name did not reach Mr. Marks was just as guilty as the others. That's right, Mr. Buckham. And she's got out of it——"
"Hi!" exclaimed the farmer, sharply. "You're accusin' her of makin' all the trouble for her mates."