"If you're so willing, you needn't do it! Who are you, anyway ?" "Well," said the biggest boy, suddenly straightening himself up and bowing politely to Marjorie, "we're your neighbors.

We live in that green house next to yours.

And we're named Tom, Dick, and Harry.

Yes, I know you think those names sound funny, but they're ours all the same.
Thomas, Richard, and Henry Craig,--at your service! I'm Tom.

This is Dick, and this is Harry." He whacked his brothers on the shoulder as he named them, and they ducked forward in polite, if awkward salutation.
"And did you really take our wood ?" said Marjorie, with an accusing glance, as if surprised that such pleasant-spoken boys could do such a thing.
"Yes, we did.