He brought them up in his arms.
"Here," said he, "are your burglars, with their throats cut from ear to ear." "Well, if I ever had such a fright in all the days of my life!" cried Polly, staring at the bottles, and catching her breath.
Abner poured some of the beer into a goblet, and drank to the health of Miss Dimple, who climbed upon his knee, and felt as if the world had suddenly stopped coming to an end; and she was greatly relieved.
"But who fired the guns ?" said she, not understanding yet what it all meant.
"It was only the beer coming out to get the air," said Abner, taking another glass.

"You couldn't expect beer with the spirit of a hop in it to stay bottled up with a stopper in!" "I never had such queer feelings," exclaimed Polly, rolling up her eyes; "and now it's all over, I feel as if I was going to faint away." "I wouldn't advise you to," said Abner, coolly.

"The enemy is routed, and victory is ours.

Drink a little beer, Polly; it will revive your spirits.

But what is the object, may I ask, of your prowling about the house with this poor little girl at this hour of night ?" "Why, what time is it?
I thought by my feelings it must have been daybreak long enough ago." It was Abner's private opinion that Polly would do well to think less of her "feelings" now and always; but he only said, consulting his watch,-- "It's just one o'clock, ladies; time for respectable people to be in bed." Polly said she had never felt such surprise before in her life.