He drew back his foot, and deliberately kicked over the children’s pails, one after the other. Probably there was not more than a pint in either pail, as the children had just commenced picking, but it was certainly aggravating. Rose began to cry, while Tommy, his face turning red, said: “I wish I was big enough; I’d make you sorry for what you have done.” “I see I shall have to give you a lesson,” said Philip. “I’ll teach you to be impudent to me.” He advanced toward Tommy in a threatening manner, and Harry thought it time to interfere. “Don’t touch that boy, you contemptible bully!” he exclaimed, indignantly, hurrying to the scene of conflict. “Oh, Harry, make him stop,” exclaimed Tommy, in joyful tones. “I will,” said Harry, resolutely. Philip Ross was very much annoyed by the unexpected arrival of Harry, whom he had never been able to intimidate, and would gladly have slunk away if pride had not hindered. “You’d better take care what you say,” he rejoined, in a surly tone. “And you had better take care what you do,” returned Harry, manfully. “Why have you been interfering with these poor children?” “I am not responsible to you for what I do,” said Philip, angrily. “They are trespassing on this field, and I ordered them off.” “By what right? You don’t own it.” “My friend, Mr. Hammond, does.” Here Tommy explained that Mr. Hammond had given them permission to pick berries. “I don’t believe it,” said Philip, “and I’ve no doubt you are trespassing, too.” “Perhaps you’d like to serve me the same way,” suggested Harry. “I’ll leave Mr. Hammond to kick you out himself.” “That is more prudent. Stop! where are you going?” for Philip was starting to leave them. “I don’t like the company I’m in. I’m going to leave you to enjoy each other’s society.” “Not yet,” said Harry. “Can’t you spare me?” sneered Philip. “Not till you have picked up the berries you have upset.” “Do you mean to insult me?” demanded Philip, angrily. “No; I am only demanding what is reasonable and right. You upset the berries, and it is only fair you should pick them up.” “Pick them up yourself!” said Philip. Again he started away, but Harry planted himself resolutely in his path. “You must pick up those berries or fight me,” he said. “Keep away from me, you beggar!” screamed Philip. “Once more, will you pick up those berries?” “No, I won’t!” Harry’s only answer was to seize Philip round the middle, and, despite his struggles, to lay him down on the ground. “You’ll suffer for this!” said Philip, almost screaming with rage. “You can go now,” said Harry, contemptuously, “and take care how you interfere with Tommy and Rose again.” Philip rose from the ground, angry and humiliated, yet not daring to attack Harry, whom he knew to be his superior in strength. “You haven’t heard the last of this,” he said, shaking his fist. Harry deigned no reply, and Philip, instead of keeping on his way to the river, turned and walked homeward.