“I went out catching butterflies, after I had dined with Mr. Anderson and his mother.”
“You dined with Mr. Anderson and his mother?”
“Yes, sir. You needn't think he was to blame. He wasn't. I made him ask me.”
“I understand. Then you did not go to school this afternoon, but out in the field?”
“Yes, sir.”
Carroll eyed sharply the boy's right-hand pocket, which bulged enormously. The girls had by this time come up and stood behind Eddy, holding to each other, their pretty faces pale and concerned.
“What is that in your pocket?” asked Carroll.
“Marbles.”
“Let me see the marbles.”
“It ain't marbles, it's candy.”