The Corner House Girls' Odd Find Part 3

Sammy's emotion choked him for the moment. Mrs. MacCall sniffed; Ruth began to speak soothingly; Agnes giggled; Tess looked her disapproval of the savage young Santa Claus; while Dot, who had caught up the Alice-doll and squeezed her protectingly to her breast, gasped:

"Oh! Oh! Isn't he dreadful?"

Sammy's sharp ear evidently caught the smallest Corner House girl's whisper, for he rolled an approving eye in Dot's direction, and finally finished his fearsome peroration with true piratical savagery:

"I'll come back and I'll make every one of you walk the plank!"

"What ever that may mean," murmured Agnes, quite weak from laughter. But as Sammy Pinkney started for the door she cried: "Oh, Sammy!"

"Well? What's the matter?" growled the savage young Santa Claus.

"Tell us-do! How did you get in the chimney?" asked Agnes.

"The skylight was open when I followed you girls upstairs, so I got up on the roof and crawled in at the top of the chimbley. It was all right coming down, too," said the young rascal, "till I got to the second story. There was irons in the chimbley for steps; but one was loose and fell out when I stepped on it. Then I-I slipped."

He stalked out. Dot said ruminatively: "We'd better have that step fixed before to-morrow night, hadn't we, Ruthie? Before Santa Claus comes, you know. He might fall and hurt himself."

"Very true, Dottums," declared Agnes, with a quickly serious face. "I'll speak to Uncle Rufus about it."

But Agnes must have forgotten, or else Uncle Rufus did not attend to the missing step in the chimney. At least, so Dot supposed when she awoke in the dark the very next morning and heard something going "thump-thumpity-thump" down the chimney again.

The smallest Corner House girl was not in the habit of waking up when it seemed still "the middle of the night," and her small head was quite confused. She really thought it must be Christmas morning and that good Kris Kringle has suffered a bad fall.

"Oh-ee! if he's brought Alice-doll her new carriage, it will be all smashed!" gasped Dot, and she slipped out of bed without disturbing Tess.

She shrugged on her little bathrobe and put her tiny feet into slippers.

Somebody ought to go to see how bad a fall Santa Claus had-and see if all his presents were smashed. Dot really had forgotten that there was still another day before Christmas.

The little girl padded out of her room and along the hall to the front of the house. n.o.body heard her as she descended the front stairs.

Dot came to the foot of the stairs, where a single dim gaslight flickered. She pushed open the dining room door.

As she did so, there sounded the faint clink, clink, clink of metal against metal. A spotlight flashed and roved around the room-touching ceiling and walls and floor in its travels. But it did not reveal her figure just inside the door.

She saw no good Kris Kringle standing on the hearth, with his bag of toys. Nothing but a broken brick lay there-probably loosened by Sammy Pinkney in his course down the chimney-well the previous afternoon.

There was a shadowy figure-she could not see its face-stooping over a cloth laid upon the floor; and upon that cloth was stacked much of the choice old silver which Uncle Rufus always packed away so carefully after using in the locked safe in the butler's pantry.

CHAPTER III

DOROTHY'S BURGLAR

Dot Kenway had heard about burglars. That is, she knew there were such people. Just why they went about "burgling," as she herself phrased it, the smallest Corner House girl did not understand.

But she thought, with a queer jumping at her heart, that she had found a "really truly" burglar now.

He was just putting their very best sugar-bowl on the top of the pile of other silver, and she expected to see him tie up the cloth by its four corners preparatory to taking it away.

Dot really did not know what she ought to do. Of course, she might have screamed for Ruth; but then, she knew that Ruthie would be awfully scared if she did.

Why, Tess, even, would be scared if she came across a burglar! Dot was quite sure of that; and she felt happy to know that she was really not so scared as she supposed she would have been.

The burglar did not seem any more fearful in appearance than the iceman, or the man who took out the ashes, or the man who came to sharpen the knives and had a key-bugle-

Oh! and maybe burglars carried something to announce their calling, like other tradesmen. The junkman had a string of bells on his wagon; the peanutman had a whistle on his roaster; the man who mended tinware and umbrellas beat a shiny new tin pan as he walked through Willow Street-

"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the curious Dot, right out loud, "do you use a whistle, or a bell, or _anything_, in your business, please?"

My goodness! how that man jumped! Dot thought he would fall right over backward, and the round ray of the spotlight in his hand shot up to the ceiling and all about the room before it fell on Dot, standing over by the hall door.

"Well, I'll be jiggered!" gasped the man, in utter amazement. "Wha-what did you say, miss?"

He was not really a man, after all. Dot saw by his lean face that he was nothing more than a half grown boy. So every little bit of fear she had felt for the burglar departed. He could not really be a journeyman burglar-only an apprentice, just learning his trade. Dot became confidential at once, and came closer to him.

"I-I never met anybody in your business before," said the smallest Corner House girl. "If you please, do you only come into folks's houses at night?"

"Huh!" croaked the young man, hoa.r.s.ely. "Seems ter me we're workin' both night an' day at this season. I never did see it so hard on a poor feller before."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dot. "Do you have busy seasons, and slack seasons, like the peddlers?"

"I should say we did, miss," agreed the other, still in a complaining tone.

"My! What makes this time of year a busy one?" demanded the inquisitive Dorothy.

"The frost, miss."

"The frost?" repeated the little girl, quite puzzled.

"Yes, miss. The frost catches folks napping, as ye may say."

Dot puzzled over that for a moment, too. Did folks sleep harder when it was frosty and dark out-of-doors, than in summer? The young man stood and watched her. It must be rather embarra.s.sing to be interrupted in the midst of a burglary.

"Don't-don't mind me," said Dot, politely. "Don't let me stop your work."

"No, miss. I'm a-waiting for my boss," said the other.

There! Dot had known he must be only an apprentice burglar-he was so young.

"Then-then there's more of you?" she asked.

"More of _me_? No, ma'am," said the amazed young man. "You see all there is of me. I never was very husky-no, ma'am."

He seemed to be a very diffident burglar. He quite puzzled Dot.