The robber ate some of the chestnuts--and we sat and wondered when Father would come home, and what he would say to us for our intrepid conduct.

And the robber told us of all the things he had done before he began to break into houses.

Dicky picked up the tools from the floor, and suddenly he said-- 'Why, this is Father's screwdriver and his gimlets, and all! Well, I do call it jolly cheek to pick a man's locks with his own tools!' 'True, true,' said the robber.

'It is cheek, of the jolliest! But you see I've come down in the world.

I was a highway robber once, but horses are so expensive to hire--five shillings an hour, you know--and I couldn't afford to keep them.