"Sir?—Why out in the back yard."
"Where else?"
"Why,—we went over in Bowers' back yard."
A ray of light came over Mr. Cane's stern visage as he asked, "You weren't playing garbage-man, were you?"
"No! sir!" exclaimed Sube with a look of outraged innocence.
"Where else did you play?" asked his father.
"Where else?—Why—out in the street."
"Well, where else?"
"Over on the back street."
"Well," Mr. Cane was glowering now, "where else?"