Finally, with a sigh of content, she curled herself up on the sealskin-coat mattress, arranged one bag for a pillow and the other for a covering, and settled herself to sleep.
"I'm so glad now that the screens didn't come," she murmured, blinking up at the stars; "else I couldn't have had this!" Down-stairs in Miss Polly's room next the sun parlor, Miss Polly herself was hurrying into dressing gown and slippers, her face white and frightened.

A minute before she had been telephoning in a shaking voice to Timothy: "Come up quick!--you and your father.

Bring lanterns.

Somebody is on the roof of the sun parlor.

He must have climbed up the rose-trellis or somewhere, and of course he can get right into the house through the east window in the attic.