"It must have been an accident," said he.
"It looked like an accident on purpose," said Sylvia.

"Well, I guess I'll go out and make some of that salad they like so much for supper." After Sylvia had gone Henry sat for a while reflecting, then he went noiselessly out of the front door and round to the grove.

He found the scattered pieces of candy and the broken box quickly enough.

He cast a wary glance around, and gathered the whole mass up and thrust it into the pocket of his Sunday coat.

Then he stole back to the house and got his hat and went out again.