"Oh, auntie, we want to tell you something! It is about the Brown
house. We have been playing Robin Hood in the garden."
"It was a lovely place, and we didn't do any harm, really."
Aunt Zelie listened with just a little bit of a smile till she had
heard the whole story. It had been great fun, there could be no doubt
of that.
"Was it wrong?" asked Bess anxiously.
"We did not hurt anything, not one bit," Carl insisted.
"Why did you keep it such a secret?"
"That was part of the fun; but I wish we had told you," said Louise.
"Yes, it is nicer to have you know things;" and Bess sighed, relieved
now that confession was made.
"It is too late to discuss it to-night, but I want you to think about
it and decide for yourselves whether or not it was right."
"Did you know it before we told you?" Carl asked suddenly.
"I only guessed it to-day," she replied, smiling.
CHAPTER II.
IN THE STAR CHAMBER.
There never lived a more genial, kindly man than old Judge Hazeltine,
and the house he planned and built reflected, as perfectly as a house
could, the character of its owner.
"The front door looks like the Judge," people used to say, laughing as
they said it, for he was portly and the door was wide.
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