Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1896 to 1901

"Please, Mr. Walters," he began desperately, "I came to tell you--your notice--I never saw it before--and I've been fishing on your pond all summer--but I didn't know--honest--I've brought you all I caught today--and I'll pay back for them all--some time."

An amused, puzzled expression crossed Mr. Walters's noncommittal face. He pushed the leather chair forward.

"Sit down, my boy," he said kindly. "I don't quite understand this somewhat mixed-up statement of yours. You've been fishing on my pond, you say. Didn't you see my notice in the Advertiser?"

Dan sat down more composedly. The revelation was over and he was still alive.

"No, sir. We hardly ever see an Advertiser, and nobody told me. I'd always been used to fishing there, and I never thought but what it was all right to keep o