marauder,” added the squire, poetically.

“It isn’t seven o’clock yet,” said Tom pointing to the great wooden clock in the corner of the room.

“You joined a mob to pillage and destroy the property of a peaceable citizen. You broke in—”

“No, sir; the cellar door broke in,” interposed the culprit.

“You broke into my house to set it afire!” continued the squire, in a rage.

“No, sir, I did not. I only went round there to see the fun,” replied Tom, pointing to the rear of the house; “and the cellar door broke down and let me in. I did not mean to do you or your house any harm; and I didn’t do any, except breaking the cellar door, and I will have that mended.”