It was almost the only evening in the week when he gave himself up to complete rest of mind and body.
He had been lying there about a quarter of an hour when Mrs.Strong, who had been moving a plant back from one of the front windows and had been obliged to raise a curtain, stepped back into the room with an exclamation.
"Philip! There is some one walking back and forth in front of the house! I have heard the steps ever since we came home.

And just now I saw a man stop and look in here.

Who can it be ?" "Maybe it's the man with the burglar's lantern come back to get his knife," said Philip, who had always made a little fun of that incident as his wife had told it.

However, he rose and went over to the window.
Sure enough, there was a man out on the sidewalk looking straight at the house.

He was standing perfectly still.
Philip and his wife stood by the window looking at the figure outside, and, as it did not move away, at last Philip grew a little impatient and went to the door to open it and ask the man what he meant by staring into people's houses in that fashion.
"Now, do be careful, won't you ?" entreated his wife, anxiously.
"Yes, I presume it is some tramp or other wanting food.