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Larry went straight home, asked his mother if he might dig up a few strawberry plants for Bets, and brought them back. He planted them himself for her, and the little girl was very pleased.
    Fatty brought her a book. He spent all his pocket-money on it, and never even said so, which was good for Fatty.
    Daisy gave her one of her old dolls, which pleased Bets more than anything. Even Pip, who usually hadn’t much time for his “baby-sister” as he called her, took her for a ride all round the garden on his big bicycle. So altogether Bets had a good time.
    The children wondered if Luke had got into trouble. When they heard his familiar whistle at five o’clock they ran down to the gate to meet him as he went home.
    “Luke! How did Tupping find out about Bets and the strawberry plants? Did you get into trouble? Did you know he scared Bets terribly?”
    “Poor little Bets,” said Luke. “I didn’t know she was in, or I’d have gone after old Tupping. I thought you were all out. I heard your bicycle bells, you see. When Tupping came back and told me he’d gone for Bets, and torn up all her plants, I could have knocked him down. But he would only have reported me to Mr. Goon the policeman, so what would have been the good of that?”
    “Did you get into an awful row?” asked Bets. “How did he find out about me?”
    “Miss Tremble must have told him, the silly old thing,” said Luke. “Yes, I did get into a row. I got my ears boxed, and I had to work harder than ever today. I wish I could leave.”
    “I wish you could, too,” said Larry. “Why can’t you?” “Well, it’s my first job you see, and you should stick in your first job as long as you can,” said Luke. “And there’s another thing — I bet Tupping would give me a bad name if I gave him notice, and I might not be able to get another job. Then I’d get into trouble with my stepfather. I give him half my money, you see.”
    “You have a lot of troubles, Luke,” said Daisy. “I wish we could help you.”
    “Well, you do in a way,” said Luke. “I tell you things, don’t I? I don’t keep them all bottled up like I used to. It’s nice to tell them to somebody. Look, there’s old Goon, the village bobby!”
    Mr. Goon, burly, red-faced, with bulging frog-eyes, was walking down the lane towards the children.
    “Do you suppose he is going to see Mr. Tupping?” asked Bets in alarm.
    “Don’t know,” said Luke, also looking rather alarmed. He was afraid of policemen, and Mr. Goon was not a very nice one.
    “I wonder if he’ll tell us to dear orf,” whispered Daisy. “Do you remember how often he shouted ‘Clear orf!’ to us in the Easter holidays? Horrid old Clear-Orf!”
    Mr. Goon came slowly towards them. The children watched him. Buster growled. Mr. Goon pretended not to notice any of them. He did not feel at all friendly towards the children since they had solved a mystery he had been unable to solve himself.
    Buster suddenly flew round Mr. Goon and barked madly at his ankles. He did not attempt to bite him or snap at him, but he startled Mr. Goon all the same.
    “Clear orf!” said Mr. Goon to Buster, in a threatening tone. “Do you hear? Clear orf!”
    “Buster, come here!” said Fatty, but not in a very commanding voice. Buster took no notice. He was having a lovely day. First Mr. Tupping and now Mr. Goon to frighten. Oh, what a treat for a little black Scottie!
    “Clear ORF,” said Mr. Goon. Luke gave one of his loud laughs as Buster jumped nimbly out of the way of a kick. The policeman looked at him.
    “Ho, you!” he said, “you’ll get into trouble, you will, if you laugh at the Law. What you doing here? You clear orf!”
    “He’s our friend,” said Fatty. “Come here, Buster!”
    Mr. Tupping, hearing the noise of barking and shouting, appeared at the other gate of the drive. He knew Buster at once.
    “You’d better report that there dog,” remarked Mr. Tupping to the policeman. “Tore a bit out of me