I just happened to see somebody over there after the berries, so I told Shad to go and get him, and I called up Mr.Hicks." Mr.Robbins shook his head with a little smile.
"I'm afraid Kit has been overzealous, Hannibal," he said.

"I don't know anything about this, but we'll go over to the corn-crib and find out what it's all about." Kit and Evie secured a good point of vantage up on the porch while the others skirted around the garden over to the old corn-crib where Shad stood sentinel duty.
"My, I like your place over here," Evie exclaimed, wistfully.

"You've got so many ornaments out-of-doors.

Ma says she can't even grow a nasturtium on our place without the hens scratching it up." Kit nodded, but could not answer.

Already she had what Cynthy Allen called a "premonition" that all was not as it should be at the corn-crib.