"I don't believe Tom did it, Helen," said Ruth, slowly.

"He was just as bad as the others, I venture to say," Madge said,
sharply.

"If he is, I won't speak to him for a month!" cried his twin sister.
"We won't have anything more to do with them while we are here--there
now! Oh, how mean!"

"Maybe it's only one pan that is this way," suggested Heavy, timidly.

They all ran out to see. The other pans were just like the first
one. The nut meats had been removed and shells scattered in the pans
instead. No wonder Isadore Phelps had wanted to pour the molasses
taffy!

"And they've got all the meats," said Belle Tingley. "They are
eating them and chuckling over the trick right now, I wager."

"It's a mean, mean trick!" gasped Helen, in a temper. "I never will
forgive Tom. And I just hate those other boys."

"You're welcome to hate Bobbie," said Madge. "He deserves it."

"_Such_ a contemptible joke!" groaned Belle.

"Let's make some more," Ruth suggested. "And we won't give them any."

"No. I don't want to go all through it again," Helen said, shaking