“Tom! Tom! Where are you?” shouted Aunt Polly. “Where is that boy? When I find him, I’m going to...”
Tom was missing again. Aunt Polly was again searching for him. Aunt Polly looked under the bed. Then she opened the door and looked out into the garden. She heard something behind her. A small boy ran past, but Aunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him.
“Ah, there you are naughty boy! What’s that in your pocket?”
“Nothing, Aunt Polly,” was the answer.
“Nothing? It’s an apple ...