on toast,
but I never heard of turkey on newspaper.”
“Hadn’t we
better go to bed?” said Miss Laura, when the hall clock struck eleven.
“Yes, I
suppose we had,” said Miss Bessie.
“Where is
this animal to sleep?”
“I don’t
know,” said Miss Laura; “he sleeps in the stable at home, or in the kennel with
Jim.”
“Suppose
Susan makes him a nice bed by the kitchen stove?” said Miss Bessie.
Susan made
the bed, but I was not willing to sleep in it. I barked so loudly when they
shut me up alone, that they had to let me go upstairs with them.
Miss Laura
was almost angry with me, but I could not help it. I had come over there to
protect her, and I wasn’t going to leave her, if I could help it.
Miss
Bessie had a handsomely furnished room with a soft carpet on the floor, and
pretty curtains at the windows. There were two single beds in it, and the two
girls dragged them close together so that they could talk after they got in
bed.
Before
Miss Bessie put out the light, she told Miss Laura not to be alarmed if she
heard any one walking about in the night, for the nurse was sleeping across the
hall from them, and she would probably come in once or twice to see if they
were sleeping comfortably.
The two
girls talked for a long time, and then they fell asleep. Just before Miss Laura
dropped off, she forgave me, and put down her hand for me to lick as I lay on a
fur rug close by her bed.
I was very
tired, and I had a very soft and pleasant bed, so I soon fell into a heavy
sleep. But I waked up at the slightest noise. Once Miss Laura turned in bed,
and another time Miss Bessie laughed in her sleep, and again, there were queer
crackling noises in the frosty limbs of the trees outside, that made me start
up quickly out of my sleep.
There was
a big clock in the hall, and every time it struck I waked up. Once, just after
it had struck some hour, I jumped up out of a sound nap. I had been dreaming
about my early home. Jenkins was after me with a whip, and my limbs were
quivering and trembling as if I had been trying to get away from him.
I sprang
up and shook myself. Then I took a turn around the room. The two girls were
breathing gently; I could scarcely hear them. I walked to the door and looked
out into the hall. There was a dim light burning there. The door of the nurse’s
room stood open. I went quietly to it and looked in. She was breathing heavily
and muttering in her sleep.
I went back
to my rug and tried to go to sleep, but I could not. Such an uneasy feeling was
upon me that I had to keep walking about. I went out into the hall again and
stood at the head of the staircase. I thought I would take a walk through the
lower hall, and then go to bed again.
The Drurys’
carpets were all like velvet, and my paws did not make a rattling on them as
they did on the oil cloth at the Morrises’. I crept down the stairs like a cat,
and walked along the lower hall, smelling under all the doors, listening as I
went. There was no night light burning down here, and it was quite dark, but if
there had been any strange person about I would have smelled him.
I was
surprised when I got near the farther end of the hall, to see a tiny gleam of
light shine for an instant from under the dining-room door. Then it went away
again. The dining room was the place to eat. Surely none of the people in the
house would be there after the supper we had. I went and sniffed under the
door. There was a smell there; a strong smell like beggars and poor people. It
smelled like Jenkins. It
was
Jenkins.
Chapter XIV
How We Caught the Burglar
What was
the wretch doing in the house with my dear Miss Laura? I thought I would go
crazy. I scratched at the door, and barked and yelped. I sprang up on it, and
though I was quite a heavy dog by this time, I felt as light as a feather.
It seemed
to me that I would go mad if I could not get that door open. Every few seconds
I stopped and put my head down to the doorsill to listen. There was a
but I never heard of turkey on newspaper.”
“Hadn’t we
better go to bed?” said Miss Laura, when the hall clock struck eleven.
“Yes, I
suppose we had,” said Miss Bessie.
“Where is
this animal to sleep?”
“I don’t
know,” said Miss Laura; “he sleeps in the stable at home, or in the kennel with
Jim.”
“Suppose
Susan makes him a nice bed by the kitchen stove?” said Miss Bessie.
Susan made
the bed, but I was not willing to sleep in it. I barked so loudly when they
shut me up alone, that they had to let me go upstairs with them.
Miss Laura
was almost angry with me, but I could not help it. I had come over there to
protect her, and I wasn’t going to leave her, if I could help it.
Miss
Bessie had a handsomely furnished room with a soft carpet on the floor, and
pretty curtains at the windows. There were two single beds in it, and the two
girls dragged them close together so that they could talk after they got in
bed.
Before
Miss Bessie put out the light, she told Miss Laura not to be alarmed if she
heard any one walking about in the night, for the nurse was sleeping across the
hall from them, and she would probably come in once or twice to see if they
were sleeping comfortably.
The two
girls talked for a long time, and then they fell asleep. Just before Miss Laura
dropped off, she forgave me, and put down her hand for me to lick as I lay on a
fur rug close by her bed.
I was very
tired, and I had a very soft and pleasant bed, so I soon fell into a heavy
sleep. But I waked up at the slightest noise. Once Miss Laura turned in bed,
and another time Miss Bessie laughed in her sleep, and again, there were queer
crackling noises in the frosty limbs of the trees outside, that made me start
up quickly out of my sleep.
There was
a big clock in the hall, and every time it struck I waked up. Once, just after
it had struck some hour, I jumped up out of a sound nap. I had been dreaming
about my early home. Jenkins was after me with a whip, and my limbs were
quivering and trembling as if I had been trying to get away from him.
I sprang
up and shook myself. Then I took a turn around the room. The two girls were
breathing gently; I could scarcely hear them. I walked to the door and looked
out into the hall. There was a dim light burning there. The door of the nurse’s
room stood open. I went quietly to it and looked in. She was breathing heavily
and muttering in her sleep.
I went back
to my rug and tried to go to sleep, but I could not. Such an uneasy feeling was
upon me that I had to keep walking about. I went out into the hall again and
stood at the head of the staircase. I thought I would take a walk through the
lower hall, and then go to bed again.
The Drurys’
carpets were all like velvet, and my paws did not make a rattling on them as
they did on the oil cloth at the Morrises’. I crept down the stairs like a cat,
and walked along the lower hall, smelling under all the doors, listening as I
went. There was no night light burning down here, and it was quite dark, but if
there had been any strange person about I would have smelled him.
I was
surprised when I got near the farther end of the hall, to see a tiny gleam of
light shine for an instant from under the dining-room door. Then it went away
again. The dining room was the place to eat. Surely none of the people in the
house would be there after the supper we had. I went and sniffed under the
door. There was a smell there; a strong smell like beggars and poor people. It
smelled like Jenkins. It
was
Jenkins.
Chapter XIV
How We Caught the Burglar
What was
the wretch doing in the house with my dear Miss Laura? I thought I would go
crazy. I scratched at the door, and barked and yelped. I sprang up on it, and
though I was quite a heavy dog by this time, I felt as light as a feather.
It seemed
to me that I would go mad if I could not get that door open. Every few seconds
I stopped and put my head down to the doorsill to listen. There was a
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