She didn't know how.

It's awful to put such things into papers." Eva jumped up with a fierce gesture, ran to the stove, and crammed the paper in.

"There!" said she; "I wish I could serve all the papers in the country the same way.

I do, and I'd like to put all the editors in after 'em.

I'd like to put 'em in the stove with their own papers for kindlin's." Suddenly Eva turned with a swish of skirts, and was out of the room and pounding up-stairs, shaking the little house with every step.