"He couldn't burn the dining-room without setting fire to the rest of the house.
"Certainly not," said Jack, "that shows what a villain he is." "Do they know this for certain, Jack ?" asked Miss Laura.
"Well, they suppose so; they found some bottles of oil along with the bag he had for the silver." "How horrible! You darling old Joe, perhaps you saved our lives," and pretty Miss Bessie kissed my ugly, swollen head.

I could do nothing but lick her little hand, but always after that I thought a great deal of her.
It is now some years since all this happened, and I might as well tell the end of it.

The next day the Drurys came home, and everything was found out about Jenkins.

The night they left Fairport he had been hanging about the station.

He knew just who were left in the house, for he had once supplied them with milk, and knew all about their family.