"That's all very well, young lady," growled the woman, "but I noticed how them girls edged up to you, and your friends, and I warn you, if I find that you have helped them off I'll have the law on _you_." At this the young men came up to the shed where the unpleasant conversation was in progress. Jack, of course, was indignant, and, not only did he oblige Cora to leave the place at once, but, while doing so, he expressed his opinion directly to Mrs. Ramsy as to his personal measure of her character. The whole affair was rather awkward, and the Robinson girls were obliged to leave the patch once more without their crate of berries. Just outside the wire fence, and when the girls were about to step into the cars, they were hailed by Andy--the small boy whom Cora had so favored by buying the damaged crate of berries. "Wait a minute, miss," he called. "I've got something fer you," and, so saying, he stepped up to the _Whirlwind_ and, very cautiously, handed Cora a slip of paper. She took it and read these scrawled lines: "Miss: We are going away, but we think we will see you again some day. You will find your crate of berries under the tree where Andy will show you. They belonged to us and we paid for them. Rose Catron and Nellie Catron." Cora looked down at Andy for a further explanation. "They had to go away, miss," he said; "they couldn't stand it another minute. I will show you where the berries are." "But how did the girls get the berries? They had no money," argued Cora. "No, but their Aunt Delia took from them a ring that belonged to their own mother, and they took the crate to get even," declared Andy, his voice and manner showing his high regard for the "getting even" part. Cora told the girls and boys about the matter, and they decided to go after the berries. Consequently Cora insisted that Andy ride in her car to the old willow tree, somewhat down the road, and as each tenth of a mile was marked in red on the speedometer dial the little fellow's face threatened more and more to catch fire from the auburn curls that fell in joyous affright about his temples. Jack thought he had never known what it was to really enjoy a ride before, and he whispered to Cora that he very much wished he might take Andy home "for a paper weight, or a watch charm." "Right over there," directed Andy, after about a mile's ride, "under the big willow." Turning the car in that direction, Jack drove across a shallow ditch, and was soon under the tree, while the other machines waited on the safer roadway. Andy scrambled out, and Jack, leaving the wheel, went after him, followed by Cora. "Here," said the boy, pulling aside a thick clump of berry vines. "Here's the crate." Sure enough, there was the new crate, filled with berries, safe and untouched. "Well, I declare!" exclaimed Cora. "I really did not expect to find them."