I'll go and look;" and Mr.
Crow, the most tender-hearted man in the world, crawled shiveringly but quickly from the warm bed.

In his stocking feet--Anderson slept in his socks on those bitter nights--he made his way down the front stairs, grumbling but determined.

Mrs.Crow followed close behind, anxious to verify the claim that routed him from his nest.
"It may be a robber," she chattered, as he pulled aside a front window curtain.

Anderson drew back hastily.
"Well, why in thunder didn't you say so before ?" he gasped.

"Doggone, Eva, that's no way to do! He might 'a' fired through the winder at me." "But he's in the house by this time, if it was a robber," she whispered.