An Excerpt From
The Outlaws of Sherwood Street: Giving to the Poor
A mysterious merry band
"The rumor going around is that a band of kids is mixed up in all this, kind of modern-day Robin Hoods."
A jolt when through me, made my knees go weak and stopped my breathing. My world shrank down to that narrow-eyed look outside and the wild panic inside. "Oh?" I said, my voice quite a bit higher than usual, up there in six-year-old range. I forced myself to breathe again, tried to get my voice back under control. "Really?" Really: the puniest response there was.
"That's the rumor." Did Dina's lips start curving up in that little smile? The nearest streetlight was out, so I couldn't be sure. "But if true, I'd have a sympathetic reaction, if you see what I mean."
"My coverage would be positive," Dina said. "Here's something you might not have realized—shown in the right light, those kids could be stars."
"Why not? Wasn't Robin Hood a star?"