"Trix."
"What if I did? I scared a lot of them."
"But you scared her worse than all the rest," Agnes said. "She was crying in the bedroom upstairs. Lucy told me."
"Crying because she couldn't get that five-dollar gold piece," chuckled Neale. "I wish I could believe they were tears of repentance."
"Who made you a judge, Neale O'Neil?" asked Ruth, with asperity.
"I'm not. Never was in politics," grinned the boy.
"Smartie!" said Agnes.
"Trix was judged by her own conscience," Neale added soberly. "I never said a word to her about that letter."
"What letter do you mean?" demanded Ruth.
But Neale shut his lips on that. When Ruth was not by, however, he admitted to Agnes that he had borrowed from Mr. Marks the letter that gentleman had received in reference to the strawberry raid. Neale was going to show it to Mr. Bob Buckham.