My mellings at fifty cents is better 'n his'n at fifteen." "Tell me," said Patsy, with a smile, "did you ever rob a melon-patch, Mr.McNutt ?" "Me?
I don't hev to.

I grow 'em." "But the ones you grow are worth fifty cents each, are they not ?" "Sure; mine is." "Then every time you eat one of your own melons you eat fifty cents.

If you were eating one of Mr.Brayley's melons you would only eat fifteen cents." "And it would be Brayley's fifteen cents, too," added Beth, quickly.
Peggy turned his protruding eyes from one to the other, and a smile slowly spread over his features.
"By jinks, let's rob Brayley's melling-patch!" he cried.
"All right; we'll help you," answered Patsy, readily.
"Oh, my dear!" remonstrated Louise, not understanding.
"It will be such fun," replied her cousin, with eyes dancing merrily.
"Boys always rob melon-patches, so I don't see why girls shouldn't.

When shall we do it, Mr.McNutt ?" "There ain't any moon jest now, an' the nights is dark as blazes.

Let's go ternight." "It's a bargain," declared Patsy.