"Are you going to let this man take me to jail?" he demanded.

"Yes, I am," snapped Miss Lavinia. "You've gone just a little too far
this time, Andy Wildwood."

"What have I done that's so bad?" inquired Andy indignantly. "What is
the charge against me?"

"That's so, Miss Lavinia," observed the constable with a laugh. "There's
got to be a specific charge, as I told you."

"Charge!" sniffed Miss Lavinia scornfully. "I'll make a dozen of them.
He's a bad, disobedient boy--"

"When did I ever disobey you?" interrupted Andy, calmly keeping his
temper.

"Oh, you! He's got himself expelled from school."

"That's no crime, 'cordin' to the statoots," declared the constable.

"I don't care!" cried the angry spinster. "My duty is to keep this boy
from going to ruin. You do yours. I explained it all to the judge. He
said that if I, as his guardian, swore Andy was an incorrigible,
unmanageable boy, he would send him to the parental school at Byron till
he was reformed."

Andy grew white to the lips. He fixed such a glance on his aunt that she
quailed.