"I've spoken to you about that before.

I don't like to have to come away up here for the paper.

It isn't convenient." "Yes'm," answered the boy.
Miss Stratton hurried home.

When she arrived there, one of the first things she saw gleaming faintly through the garden's darkness, was the missing evening paper that Harry had thrown into a pepper tree near the side fence.

During Miss Stratton's absence, the strong wind had shaken the paper down, and it lay at the foot of the tree.