A RASCALLY HUNCHBACK 
“ See Here, Uncle John,” Tommy began, fish¬ 
ing in his bulging pocket for the wherewithal to 
point his remarks, “ I’ve been on what Ruth calls 
a 4 detecting tour,’ and I want you to explain 
what this means. Alice says it looks like the 
hieroglyphics of some insect Ku Klux Klan.” 
And the lad laid on the table a miscellaneous 
collection of green cherries, plums and small 
peaches, each one bearing the following strange 
cabalistic sign heavily stamped on the side: 
•> 
“ Ha!” ejaculated Uncle John, sharply. 
44 Where did you get these, boy? Not in our or¬ 
chard, surely.” 
44 No, sir. They came from that little old neg¬ 
lected garden of the Widow Trueblood’s. But 
why are you so certain they could not have been 
found on our premises? ” 
44 Because we wage a heavjr spray campaign 
every year against the rough customers who 
make a business of going about despoiling fruit 
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