She smoothed it away with her hand, closed the door and locked it firmly, and then, faint and trembling, but safe, made her way back to the little room where her light was burning.

You can fancy how glad she was, a very few moments afterwards, to hear my grandfather's cheerful whistle outside." "But," interrupted Molly, her eyes looking bigger and rounder than usual, "but suppose the man had been waiting outside to catch him--your grandfather--grandmother, when he came in ?" "But the man wasn't doing anything of the sort, my dear Molly.

He had gone off in a fright, and when my grandmother thought it over coolly, she felt convinced that he was not a regular burglar, and so it turned out.
He was a man who worked at a smithy near by, and this was his first attempt at burglary.

He had heard that my grandfather was to be out late, through one of the servants, whom he had persuaded not to lock the door, on the pretense that he might be passing and would look in to say good-night.

It all came out afterwards." "And was he put in prison ?" said Molly.
"No," said grandmother.