He recognized her.
"Oh," returned the boy, "your paper went up a tree." "Up a tree!" exclaimed Miss Stratton, indignantly.

"Why didn't you come in and tell me, so I'd know where to look for it ?" "If I'd had an extra copy with me, I'd have thrown in another," said the boy--"I'll get you one." He walked back into the sitting-room, glad to escape from the accusing subscriber, whom he had not expected to see following him to his home.

Miss Stratton sternly waited.

The boy's sister had come into the hall, and was holding a candle for a light.

Her brother came back with the evening paper, and Miss Stratton took it.
"I wish you'd be careful where you throw that paper, Harry," she admonished him, her indignation cooling.