"They need it." The old Squire was following after them, cracking his whip, for I suppose he thought it well to frighten the scamps thoroughly.

It was too dark for me to see Alfred's face or Harvey's, but they had little to say.

The procession moved on to the barn; I rolled the doors open, while Addison ran to get a lantern.

Grandmother and the girls had retired hastily to the ell piazza, where they stood listening apprehensively.
"Now I am going to give you your choice," the old Squire said.

"Shall I send for the sheriff, or will you take a whipping and promise to stop stealing fruit ?" Neither Alfred nor Harvey would reply; and the old Squire told Addison to hitch up Old Sol and fetch Hawkes, the sheriff.