McNutt was stumping over the patch and plumping his wooden foot into every melon he could find, smashing them wantonly against the ground. The discovery filled them with horror. They had thought
inducing the agent to rob his own patch of a few melons, while under the delusion that they belonged to his enemy Brayley, a bit of harmless fun; but here was the vindictive fellow actually destroying his own property by the wholesale. "Oh, don't! Please don't, Mr. McNutt!" pleaded Patsy, in frightened accents. "Yes, I will," declared the agent, stubbornly. "I'll git even with Dan Brayley fer once in my life, ef I never do another thing, by gum!" "But it's
wrong--it's wicked!" protested Beth. "Can't help it; this is my chance, an' I'll make them bum fifteen-cent mellings look like a penny a piece afore I g
