“Yes, I guess so,” agreed Bert.
“Some of you boys broke this,” the sexton went on, his head still out of the hole. He was picking from the window frame small bits of broken glass that had not fallen when the snowball crashed through.
“Yes, I guess one of our fellows did it,” admitted Bert.
“I heard it was you,” went on Mr. Shull.
“Well, I didn’t!” Bert cried.
“No, I don’t believe you did. You aren’t that kind of a boy. Maybe you know who did it?” Mr. Shull seemed to be asking a question.
“Yes, maybe I do,” Bert admitted. But that was all he would say. He walked on toward home.
When Bert reached his corner and was about to turn down the street on which he lived, he saw Danny and Sam throwing snowballs at a signboard. The two cronies caught sight of him and Danny called:
“Want to get up a snowball fight, Bert Bobbsey?”
“No, I don’t!” was the answer, not very pleasantly given.