I'll take him right down to the judge this afternoon." Kit sat by the open window and fanned herself with a feeling of triumphant indignation.

If Jean or Helen had been home, she knew perfectly well they would have been soft-hearted and lenient, but every berry on every bush was precious to Kit, and she felt that now was the appointed hour, as Cousin Roxy would have said.
Inside of a few minutes, Shad came back, perspiring and red faced, but filled with unholy glee.

He dipped a tin bucket into the water pail.
"I've got him," he said, happily, "safe and sound in the corn-crib, and it's hotter than all get out in there.

He can't escape unless he slips through a crack in the floor.

I just caught him red handed as he was bending down right over the bushes, and what do you suppose he tried to tell me, Miss Kit?
He said he was looking for caterpillars." Shad laughed riotously at the recollection.