And here we are.' The gentle samishness of the milk swishing into the hand-bowl seemed to have soothed the burglar very much.

He went on milking in a sort of happy dream, while the children got a cap and ladled the warm milk out into the pie-dishes and plates, and platters and saucers, and set them down to the music of Persian purrs and lappings.
'It makes me think of old times,' said the burglar, smearing his ragged coat-cuff across his eyes--'about the apples in the orchard at home, and the rats at threshing time, and the rabbits and the ferrets, and how pretty it was seeing the pigs killed.' Finding him in this softened mood, Jane said-- 'I wish you'd tell us how you came to choose our house for your burglaring to-night.

I am awfully glad you did.

You have been so kind.

I don't know what we should have done without you,' she added hastily.