"Some of the trees are close to our fence, too," said Carol slowly.
"Very close."

Lark glanced up with sudden interest. "That's so," she said. "And the
wires on the fence are awfully loose."

Carol gazed down into the yard where Constance was absorbed in her
book. "Constance oughtn't to read as much as she does," she argued.
"It's so bad for the eyes."

"Yes, and what's more, she's been getting off too easy the last few
days. The time is nearly up."

"That's so," said Lark. "Let's call her up here." This was done at
once, and the unfortunate Constance walked reluctantly toward the barn,
her fascinating story still in her hand.

"You see, they've got more apples than they need, and those on the
ground are just going to waste," continued Carol, pending the arrival
of the little pledge. "The chickens are pecking at them, and ruining
them."

"It's criminal destruction, that's what it is," declared Lark.

Connie stood before them respectfully, as they had instructed her to
stand. The twins hesitated, each secretly hoping the other would voice
the order. But Lark as usual was obliged to be the spokesman.

"Damsel," she said, "it is the will of Skull and Crossbones that you