"Four boys sat under the shade of a big willow tree in a grassy meadow on the bank of a stream. They were earnestly discussing something, the import of which may be gathered from their talk. "I tried to do the trick after I got home last night," confessed Harry Martin. "You didn't do it, did you?" asked Charlie Ford, rumpling up his red hair. Charlie was not at all ashamed of his red hair. His sister Mazie called it "auburn," but Charlie himself stuck to plain "red.""