Cal grunted. The mystery was clearing up.
“I remember,” he said. “We were talking about getting through the hedge.”
“And stealing—I mean helping yourself to the apples.”
“I guess stealing’s the word,” he said with a smile.
“The other boy saw me or heard me or something, don’t you remember? I got down on the grass and hid until you’d gone. Then I thought what fun it would be to surprise you. I didn’t want to tell because—oh, because I should think it would be rather fun to steal apples. Isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. It wasn’t very much fun the other night!”
“Oh, yes, it was—for me!” cried Molly.
“I—we thought you were a ghost,” said Cal a trifle shamefacedly.
“I meant you to!”