You thought it was to Miss Stratton.

Wasn't that it ?" "Yes," acknowledged the boy.
"If the Lord Jesus were here on earth, Harry," went on the minister in a very grave, tender tone, "and if he wanted a little service from you, you wouldn't render it in the way you deliver Miss Stratton's paper, would you?
Yet she is his child, one of his representatives on earth, and as you treat her you treat him.
'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these,' you know, Harry." The next night Miss Stratton's paper fell with an emphatic thwack in the middle of the front walk.

The next night it did the same, and the next, and the next.
"What has changed that boy ?" wondered Miss Stratton with grateful relief, as weeks passed and the paper still fell in plain sight.
She did not know that as Harry carefully aimed his papers, the boy thought, "'Ye have done it unto me.'" AN HONEST DAY'S WORK.
Willis walked down one of the city wharves.

He was going to see his father, Mr.Sutherland, who was one of the men employed by the State Harbor Commissioners in repairing wharves.

The piles that supported the wharves often needed renewing, being eaten by teredos.