Tish had found her voice by that time.  “We broke a window in the tool-house,” she said; “but I put fifty cents on the sill.”

“Thank you,” said the young man.

Hutchins wheeled at that and stared at him in the most disagreeable fashion; but he ignored her.

“We are trespassing,” said Tish; “but I hope you understand.  We thought the family was away.”

“I just happened to be passing through,” he explained.  “I’m awfully attached to the place—­for various reasons.  Whenever I’m in town I spend my evenings wandering through the shrubbery and remembering—­er—­happier days.”

“I think the lamps are going out,” said Hutchins sharply.  “If we’re to get back to town—­”

“Ah!” he broke in.  “So you have come out from the city?”

“Surely,” said Hutchins to Tish, “it is unnecessary to give this gentleman any information about ourselves!  We have done no damage—­”

“Except the window,” he said.

“We’ve paid for that,” she said in a nasty tone; and to Tish:  “How do we know this place is his?  He’s probably some newspaper man, and if you tell him who you are this whole thing will be in the morning paper, like the eggs.”

“I give you my word of honor,” he said, “that I am nothing of the sort; in fact, if you will give me a little time I’d—­I’d like to tell all about myself.  I’ve got a lot to say that’s highly interesting, if you’ll only listen.”

Hutchins, however, only gave him a cold glance of suspicion and put the pails in the car.  Then she got in and sat down.

“I take it,” he said to her, “that you decline either to give or to receive any information.”

“Absolutely!”

He sighed then, Aggie declares.

“Of course,” he said, “though I haven’t really the slightest curiosity, I could easily find out, you know.  Your license plates—­”

“Are under the cushion I’m sitting on,” said Hutchins, and started the engine.

“Really, Hutchins,” said Tish, “I don’t see any reason for being so suspicious.  I have always believed in human nature and seldom have I been disappointed.  The young man has done nothing to justify rudeness.  And since we are trespassing on his place—­”

“Huh!” was all Hutchins said.

The young man sauntered over to the car, with his hands thrust into this coat pockets.  He was nice-looking, especially then, when he was smiling.

“Hutchins!” he said.  “Well, that’s a clue anyhow.  It—­it’s an uncommon name.  You didn’t happen to notice a large ‘No-Trespassing!’ sign by the gate, did you?”

Hutchins only looked ahead and ignored him.  As Tish said afterward, we had a good many worms, anyhow; and, as the young man and Hutchins had clearly taken an awful dislike to each other at first sight, the best way to avoid trouble was to go home.  So she got into the car.  The young man helped her and took off his hat.

“Come out any time you like,” he said affably.  “I’m not here at all in the daytime, and the grounds are really rather nice.  Come out and get some roses.  We’ve some pretty good ones—­English importations.  If you care to bring some children from the tenements out for a picnic, please feel free to do it.  We’re not selfish.”