“‘I am sorry to have to name it, sir,’ said she; ‘but the sheets are missing off your bed.’
“‘O, yes,’ I replied; ‘I took them off last night.’
“‘Indeed!’ exclaimed she; ‘and what did you do with them?’
“‘I threw them out of the window,’ said I.
“‘What! into the street?’
“‘Yes; into the street,’ I said.
“‘What did you do that for?’
“‘They were wet; and I was afraid that if I left them in the room they would be put on at night, and give somebody else a cold.’
“‘Then, sir,’ said she, ‘you’ll have to pay for them.’