'Suppose the police have got that poor farmer locked up in a noisome cell, and all the time it's us.'
'That's just what I feel,' said Alice.
Then Oswald said, 'Get dressed.'
And when she had, she came out into the road, where Oswald, pale but resolute, was already pacing with firm steps. And he said:
'Look here, let's go and tell. Let's say you and I made the balloon. The others can stop out of it if they like.'
'They won't if it's really prison,' said Alice. 'But it would be noble of us to try it on. Let's'
But we found we didn't know who to tell.
'It seems so fatal to tell the police,' said Alice; 'there's no getting out of it afterwards. Besides, he's only Jameson, and he's very stupid.'
The author assures you you do not know what it is like to have a crime like arsenic on your conscience, and to have gone to the trouble and expense of making up your mind to confess it, and then not to know who to.
We passed a wretched day. And all the time the ricks were blazing. All the people in the village went over with carts and bikes to see the
