Not if Mr. Marks declares all the games we won last spring forfeited. I
think he's too, too mean!" cried Agnes.

"Oh, he wouldn't do that!" urged Neale.

"She says he is going to."

"Eve Larry doesn't always get things straight," said Neale,
comfortingly. "But what does he do it for?"

"I don't know. I'm sure _I_ haven't done anything."

"Of course not!" chuckled her boy friend, looking at her rather
roguishly. "Who was it proposed that raid on old Buckham's strawberry
patch that time, coming home from Fleeting?"

"Oh! he couldn't know about that," cried Agnes, actually turning pale at
the suggestion.

"I don't know," Neale said slowly. "Trix Severn was in your crowd then,
and she'd tell anything if she got mad."

"And she's mad all right," groaned Agnes.

"I believe she is--with you Corner House girls," added Neale O'Neil.

"She'd be telling on herself--the mean thing!" snapped Agnes.

"But she is not on the team. She was along only as a rooter. The
electric car broke down alongside of Buckham's strawberry patch. Wasn't
that it?"

"Uh-huh," admitted Agnes. "And the berries _did_ look so tempting."

"You girls got into Buckham's best berries," chuckled Neale. "I heard he
was quite wild about it."

"We didn't take many. And I really didn't think about it's being
stealing," Agnes said slowly. "We just did it for a lark."

"Of course. 'Didn't mean to' is an old excuse," retorted the boy.

"Well, Mr. Buckham couldn't have known about it then," cried Agnes. "I
don't believe Mr. Marks heard of it through him. If he had, why not
before this time, after months have gone by?"

"I know. It's all blown over and forgotten, when up it pops again.
'Murder will out,' they say. But you girls only murdered a few
strawberries. It looks to me," added Neale O'Neil, "as though somebody
was trying to get square."

"Get square with _whom_?" demanded Agnes.

"Well--you were all in it, weren't you?"

"All the team?"

"Yes."

"I suppose so. But Trix and some of the others picked and ate quite as
many berries as we did. The girls that went over to Fleeting to root for
us were all in it, too."

"I know," Neale said. "If the farmer had been sure who you were, or any
of the electric car men had told---- Had the car all to yourselves,
didn't you?"

"We girls were the only passengers," said Agnes.

"Then make up your mind to it," the wise Neale rejoined, "that if Mr.
Marks has only recently been told of the raid, some