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Title: Editha's burglar
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Title: Editha's burglar a story for children
Series Title: Editha series
Physical Description: 66 p. : ill., facsim. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Burnett, Frances Hodgson, 1849-1924
H.M. Caldwell Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: H.M. Caldwell Co.
Place of Publication: New York ;
Boston
Publication Date: c1888
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Burglars -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wit and humor, Juvenile   ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
 Notes
Summary: A young girl discovers a burglar in the house and persuades the thief to take her own possessions instead of those belonging to her father.
Statement of Responsibility: by Frances Hodgson Burnett ; with illustrations by Henry Sandham.
General Note: Title page printed in red and black.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055865
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223022
notis - ALG3270
oclc - 10002796

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PAGE
" IEDITHA CAME SLOWLY DOWN THE STAIRCASE WITH
HER TREASURES" Frontispiece
"SHE SPENT MOST OF HER TIME IN THE LIBRARY
READING HER PAPA'S BIG BOOKS 13
THROUGH THE NEWSPAPERS SHE FOUND THERE
WERE MEN WHO LIVED BY BREAKING INTO PEO-
PLE'S HOUSES 17
"' NEVER MIND ABOUT THE BURGLARS, NIXIE'" 21
"'THE BURGLARS, MISS, THAT BROKE INTO NUMBER
EIGHTEEN LAST NIGHT' 25
"'KITTY,' HE SAID, 'I AM OBLIGED TO GO TO GLAS-
GOW'" 29
"'DON'T BE FRIGHTENED,' SHE SAID, I DON'T WANT
TO HURT YOU 3
"HE LAUGHED SO HARD, THAT HE DOUBLED UP 37
"' IT'S CURIOUS THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW JUST WHERE
TO LOOK FOR THINGS,' SAID EDITHA 43
' TO THINK 0' ME FORGETTIN' MY CARD-CASE,' HE
SAID" .47
"HE THREW HIS HEAD VERY FAR BACK, WHICH WAS
VULGAR" 55
"' TO THINK OF HER RISKING HER DEAR LITTLE LIFE
TO SAVE M'" 59
"THE BURGLAR BROUGHT FROM UNDER HIS MATTRESS
A BOX, WHICH HE HANDED TO THE LITTLE GIRL 68
















EDITHA'S BURGLAR.



I WILL begin by saying that Editha was
always rather a queer little girl, and not
much like other children. She was not a
strong, healthy little girl, and had never been
able to run about and play; and, as she had
no sisters, or brothers, or companions of her
own size, she was rather old-fashioned, as her
aunts used to call it. She had always been
very fond of books, and had learned to read
when she was such a tiny child, that I should
almost be afraid to say how tiny she was when
she read her first volume through. Her papa
wrote books himself, and was also the editor of
a newspaper; and, as he had a large library,
Editha perhaps read more than was quite good
for her. She lived in London; and, as her
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12 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

mamma was very young and pretty, and went
out a great deal, and her papa was so busy, and
her governess only came in the morning, she
was left to herself a good many hours in the
day, and when she was left to herself, she spent
the greater part of her time in the library reading
her papa's big books, and even his newspapers.
She was very fond of the newspapers, because
she found so many curious things in them, -
stories, for instance, of strange events which
happened every day in the great city of London,
and yet never seemed to happen anywhere near
where she lived. Through the newspapers, she
found that there were actually men who lived
by breaking into peoples' houses and stealing all
the nice things they could carry away, and she
read that such men were called burglars. When
she first began to read about burglars, she was
very much troubled. In the first place, she felt
rather timid about going to bed at night, and,
in the second place, she felt rather sorry for the
burglars.
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SHE SPENT MOST OF HER TIME IN THE LIBRARY READING HER
PAPA'S BIG BOOKS.









EDITHA'S BURGLAR. 1b

In fact, she thought so much about the
matter that she could not help asking her papa
some questions one morning when he was at
breakfast. He was reading his paper and eat-
ing his chops both at once when she spoke to
him.
"Papa," she said, in a solemn little voice,
and looking at him in a very solemn manner,
"papa dear, what do you think of burglars, -
as a class?" (She said "as a class," because
she had heard one of her papa's friends say it,
and as he was a gentleman she admired very
much, she liked to talk as he did.) Her papa
gave a little jump in his chair, as if she had
startled him, and then he pushed his hair off
his forehead and stared at her.
"Burglars! As a class!" he said, and then
he stared at her a minute again in rather a
puzzled way. "Bless my soul! he said. "As
a class, Nixie!" (That was his queer pet name
for her.) "Nixie, where is your mother ?"
She is in bed, papa dear, and we mustn't
disturb her," said Editha. "The party last
night tired her out. I peeped into her room






16 EDITBA'8 BURGLAR.

softly as I came down. She looks so pretty
when she is asleep. What do you think of
burglars, papa ?"
"I think they're a bad lot, Nixie," said her
papa, "a bad lot."
"Are there no good burglars, papa ?"
"Well, Nixie," answered papa, "I should say
not. As a rule, you know,"-and here he began
to smile, as people often smiled at Editha when
she asked questions, -"as a rule, burglars are
not distinguished for moral perspicuity and
blameless character."
But Editha did not understand what moral
perspicuity meant, and besides, she was thinking
again.
"Miss Lane was talking to me the other day,
about some poor children who had never been
taught anything; they had never had any
French or music lessons, and scarcely knew
how to read, and she said they had never had
any advantages. Perhaps that is the way with
the burglars, papa, -perhaps they have never
had any advantages, perhaps if they had had
advantages they mightn't have been burglars."























































THROUGH THE NEWSPAPERS SHE FOUND THERE WERE MEN WHO
LIVED BY BREAKING INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES.









EDITHA'S BURGLAR. 19

"Lessons in French and music are very ele-
vating to the mind, my dear Nixie," papa began,
in his laughing way, which was always a trial
to Editha, but suddenly he stopped, and looked
at her rather sadly.
"How old are you, Nixie ?"
"I am seven," answered Editha, "seven
years, going on eight."
Papa sighed.
"Come here, little one," he said, holding out
his strong white hand to her.
She left her chair and went to him, and he
put his arms around her, and kissed her, and
stroked her long brown hair.
Don't puzzle your little brain too much," he
said; "never mind about the burglars, Nixie."
"Well," said Editha, "I can't help thinking
about them a little, and it seems to me that
there must be, perhaps, one good burglar among
all the bad ones, and I can't help being rather
sorry for the bad ones. You see, they must
have to be up all night, and out in the rain
sometimes, and they can't help not having had
advantages."






20 EDITHA'S BURGLAB.

It was strange that the first thing she heard,
when she went up to her mamma's room, was
something about burglars.
She was very, very fond of her mamma, and
very proud of her. She even tried to take care
of her in her small way; she never disturbed
her when she was asleep, and she always helped
her to dress, bringing her things to her, button-
ing her little shoes and gloves, putting the per-
fume on her handkerchiefs, and holding her
wraps until she wanted them.
This morning, when she went into the dress-
ing-room, she found the chambermaid there be-
fore her, and her dear little mamma looking
very pale.
"Ah, mem! if you please, mem!" the chamber-
maid was saying, "what a blessing it was they
didn't come here!"
"Who, Janet?" Editha asked.
The burglars, miss, that broke into Number
Eighteen last night, and carried off all the
silver, and the missus's jewelry."
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though it would almost break my heart to have
my things taken. If I should waken in the
night, and find a burglar in my room, I think it
would kill me, and I know I should scream,
and then there is no knowing what they might
do. If ever you think there is a burglar in the
house, Nixie, whatever you do, don't scream
or make any noise. It would be better to
have one's things stolen, than to be killed by
burglars for screaming."
She was not a very wise little mamma, and
often said rather thoughtless things; but she
was very gentle and loving, and Editha was so
fond of her that she put her arms around her
waist and said to her:
Mamma, dearest, I will never let any burg-
lars hurt you or frighten you if I can help it.
I do believe I could persuade them not to. I
should think even a burglar would listen to
reason."
That made her mamma laugh, so that she
forgot all about the burglars and began to get
her colour again, and it was not long before she
was quite gay, and was singing a song she had






24 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

heard at the opera, while Editha was helping
her to dress.
But that very night Editha met a burglar.
Just before dinner, her papa came up from
the city in a great hurry. He dashed up to the
front door in a cab, and, jumping out, ran up-
stairs to mamma, who was sitting in the draw-
ing-room, while Editha read aloud to her.
"Kitty, my dear," he said, "I am obliged to
go to Glasgow by the 'five' train. I must
throw a few things into a portmanteau and go
at once."
"Oh, Francis!" said mamma. "And just
after that burglary at the Norris's! I don't
like to be left alone."
"The servants are here," said papa, "and
Nixie will take care of you, won't you, Nixie?
Nixie is interested in burglars."
"I am sure Nixie could do more than the
servants," said mamma. "All three of them
sleep in one room at the top of the house when
you are away, and even if they awakened they
would only scream."
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ing; "Nixie would do something heroic. I
will leave you in her hands."
He was only joking, but Editha did not think
of what he said as a joke; she felt that her
mamma was really left in her care, and that it
was a very serious matter.
She thought about it so seriously that she
hardly talked at all at dinner, and was so quiet
afterward that her mamma said, "Dear me,
Nixie, what are you thinking of ? You look as
solemn as a little owl."
"I am thinking of you, mamma," the child
answered.
And then her mamma laughed and kissed
her, and said: "Well, I must say I don't see
why you should look so grave about me. I
didn't think I was such a solemn subject."
At last bedtime came, and the little girl went
to her mother's room, because she was to sleep
there.
"I am glad I have you with me, Nixie," said
mamma, with a rather nervous little laugh. "I
am sure I shouldn't like to sleep in this big
room alone."






28 EDITHA'S BURGLAB.

But, after she was in bed, she soon fell asleep,
and lay looking so happy and sweet and com-
fortable that Editha thought it was lovely to
see her.
Editha did not go to sleep for a long time.
She,thought of her papa trying to sleep on the
train, rushing through the dark night on its
way to Scotland; she thought of a new book
she had just begun to read; she thought of a
child she had once heard singing in the street;
and when her eyes closed at length, her mind
had just gone back to the burglars at Number
Eighteen. She slept until midnight, and then
something awakened her. At first she did not
know what it was, but in a few minutes she
found that it was a queer little sound coming
from down-stairs, a sound like a stealthy
filing of iron.
She understood in a moment then, because
she had heard the chambermaid say that the
burglars broke into Number Eighteen by filing
through the bars of the shutters.
"It is a burglar," she thought, "and he will
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If she had been older, and had known more
of the habits of burglars, she might have been
more frightened than she was. She did not
think of herself at all, however, but of her
mother.
She began to reason the matter over as
quickly as possible, and she made up her mind
that the burglar must not be allowed to make a
noise.
"I'll go down and ask him to please be as
quiet as he can," she said to herself, "and I'll
tell him why."
Certainly, this was a queer thing to think of
doing, but I told you when I began my story
that she was a queer little girl.
She slipped out of bed so quietly that she
scarcely stirred the clothes, and then slipped
just as quietly out of the room and down the
stairs.
The filing had ceased, but she heard a sound
of stealthy feet in the kitchen; and, though it
must be confessed her heart beat rather faster
than usual, she made her way to the kitchen
and opened the door.







82 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

Imagine the astonishment of that burglar
when, on hearing the door open, he turned
around and found himself looking at a slender
little girl, in a white frilled nightgown, and
with bare feet, a little girl whose large brown
eyes rested on him in a by no means unfriendly
way.
"I'll be polite to him," Editha had said, as
she was coming down-stairs. "I am sure he'll
be more obliging if I am very polite. Miss Lane
says politeness always wins its way."
So the first words she spoke were as polite as
she could make them.
"Don't be frightened," she said, in a soft
voice. "I don't want to hurt you; I came to
ask a favour of you."
The burglar was so amazed that he actually
forgot he was a burglar, and staggered back
against the wall. I think he thought at first
that Editha was a little ghost. You see I
couldn't hurt you if I wanted to," she went on,
wishing to encourage him. "I'm too little.
I'm only seven,-and a little over,-and I'm
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mamma, and that's just what I don't want to
do."
That did encourage the burglar, but still he
was so astonished that he did not know what to
do.
"Well, I'm blowed," he said in a whisper, "if
this ain't a rummy go!" which was extremely
vulgar language; but, unfortunately, he was one
of those burglars who, as Miss Lane said, "had
not had any advantages," which is indeed the
case with the majority of the burglars of my
acquaintance.
Then he began to laugh, in a whisper also,
if one can be said to laugh in a whisper. He
put his hand over his mouth, and made no
noise, but he laughed so hard that he doubled
up and rocked himself to and fro.
"The rummiest go!" he said, in his un-
educated way. "An' she hain't a-goin' to 'urt
me. Oh, my heye !"
He was evidently very badly educated, indeed,
for he not only used singular words, but sounded
his h's all in the wrong places. Editha noticed
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laughter. She could not understand what he
was laughing at. Then it occurred to her that
she might have made a mistake.
"If you please," she said, with great delicacy,
"are you really a burglar ?" 0
He stopped laughing just long enough to
answer her.
"Lor' no, miss," he said, "by no manner o'
means. I'm a dear friend o' yer par's, come to
make a evening' call, an', not a-wishin' to trouble
the servants, I stepped in through the winder."
Ah! said Editha, looking very gravely at
him; "I see you are joking with me, as papa
does sometimes. But what I wanted to say to
you was this: papa has gone to Scotland, and
all our servants are women, and mamma would
be so frightened if you were to awaken her, that
I am sure it would make her ill. And if you
are going to burgle, would v -u please burgle as
quietly as you can, so that you won't disturb
her ?"
The burglar stopped laughing, and, staring at
her, once more uttered his vulgar exclamation:
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EDITHA'S BURBLAR. 89

"Why don't you say I'll be blown ?' asked
Editha. I'm sure it isn't correct to say you'll
be blowed."
She thought he was going off into one of his
unaccountable fits' of laughter again, but he did
not; he seemed to check himself with an effort.
"There hain't no time to waste," she heard
him mutter.
"No, I suppose there isn't," she answered.
"Mamma might wake and miss me. What are
you going to burgle first ?"
"You'd better go up-stairs to yer mar," he
said, rather sulkily.
Editha thought deeply for a few seconds.
"You oughtn't to burgle anything," she said.
"Of course you know that, but if you have
really made up your mind to do it, I would
like to show you the things you'd better take."
"What, fer instance ? said the burglar, with
interest.
"You mustn't take any of mamma's things,"
said Editha, "because they are all in her room,
and you would awaken her, and besides, she said
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40 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

of the things papa is fond of. I'll tell you
what," turning rather pale, "you can take my
things."
"What kind o' things ?" asked the burglar.
"My locket, and the little watch papa gave
me, and the necklace and bracelets my grand-
mamma left me, -they are worth a great deal
of money, and they are very pretty, and I was
to wear them when I grew to be a young lady,
but -you can take them. And-then"--very
slowly, and with a deep sigh,--"there are-
my books. I'm very fond of them, but- "
"I don't want no books," said the burglar.
"Don't you ?" exclaimed she. "Ah, thank
you."
"Well," said the burglar, as if to himself, and
staring hard at her brightening face, "I never
see no sich a start afore."
"Shall I go up stairs and get the other
things?" said Editha.
"No," he said. "You stay where you are, -
or stay, come along o' me inter the pantry, an'
sit down while I'm occupied."
He led the way into the pantry, and pushed





EDITHA'S BURGLAR. 41

her down on a step, and then began to open
the drawers where the silver was kept.
It's curious that you should know just where
to look for things, and that your key should fit,
isn't it?" said Editha.
Yes," he answered, it's werry sing'lar,
indeed. There's a good deal in bein' eddicated."
"Are you educated?" asked Editha, with a
look of surprise.
"Did yer think I wasn't ?" said the burglar.
"Well," said Editha, not wishing to offend
him, "you see, you pronounce your words so
very strangely."
"It's all a matter o' taste," interrupted the
burglar. "Oxford an' Cambridge 'as different
vocabillaries."
"Did you go to Oxford?" asked Editha,
politely.
"No," said he, "nor yet to Cambridge."
Then he laughed again, and seemed to be
quite enjoying himself as he made some forks
and spoons up into a bundle. "I 'ope there
hain't no plated stuff 'ere," he said. "Plate's
wulgar, an' I 'ope yer parents hain't wulgar,






42 EDITHA'S BURGLARY.

'cos that'd be setting' yer a werry bad example,
an' sp'ilin' yer morals."
"I am sure papa and mamma are not vulgar,"
said Editha.
The burglar opened another drawer, and
chuckled again, and this suggested to Editha's
mind another question.
"Is your business a good one ?" she suddenly
inquired of him.
"'Tain't as good as it ought to be, by no man-
ner o' means," said the burglar. Every one
hain't as hobligin' as you, my little dear."
Oh said Editha. You know you obliged
me by not making a noise."
Well," said the burglar, "as a rule, we don't
make a practice o' making' no more noise than
we can help. It hain't considered healthyy in
the perfession."
Would you mind leaving us a few forks and
spoons to eat with, if you please ? I beg pardon
for interrupting you, but I'm afraid we shall not
have any to use at breakfast."
"Hain't yer got no steel uns ?" inquired the
burglar.











































































"IT'S CURIOUS TRAT YOU SHOULD KNOW JUST WHERE TO
LOOK FOR THINGS," SAID EDITHA.









EDITHA'8 BURGLAR. 45

"Mamma wouldn't like to use steel ones, I'm
sure," Editha answered. "I'll tell you what
you can do : please leave out enough for mamma,
and I can use steel. I don't care about myself,
much."
The man seemed to think a moment, and then
he was really so accommodating as to do as she
asked, and even went to the length of leaving
out her own little fork and knife and spoon.
"Oh, you are very kind! said Editha, when
she saw him do this.
"That's a reward o' merit, 'cos yer didn't
squeal," said the burglar.
He was so busy for the next few minutes that
he did not speak, though now and then he broke
into a low laugh, as if he was thinking of some-
thing very funny, indeed. During the silence,
Editha sat holding her little feet in her night-
gown, and watching him very curiously. A
great many new thoughts came into her active
brain, and at last she could not help asking some
more questions.
"Would you really rather be a burglar than
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46 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

SWell," said the man, p'r'aps I'd prefer to
be Lord Mayor, or a member o' the housee o'
Lords, or even the Prince o' Wales, only for
there bein' obstacles in the way of it."
"Oh!" said Editha; "you couldn't be the
Prince of Wales, you know. I mean wouldn't
you rather be in some other profession ? My
papa is an editor," she added. "How would
you like to be an editor?"
"Well," said the burglar, "hif yer par ud
change with me, or hif he chanced to know
hany editor with a roarin' trade as ud be so
hobligin' as to 'and it hover, hit's wot I've allers
'ad a leanin' to."
I am sure papa would not like to be a burg-
lar," said Editha, thoughtfully; "but perhaps
he might speak to his friends about you, if you
would give me your name and address, and if I
were to tell him how obliging you were, and if
I told him you really didn't like being a burglar."
The burglar put his hand to his pocket and
gave a start of great surprise.
"To think o' me a-forgettin' my card-case,"
he said, "an' a-leavin' it on the planner when I
















































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come hout. I'm sich a bloomin' forgetful cove.
I might hev knowed I'd hev wanted it."
"It is a pity," said Editha; "but if you told
me your name and your number, I think I could
remember it."
"I'm afeared yer couldn't," said the burglar,
regretfully, "but I'll try yer. Lord Halgernon
Hedward Halbert de Pentonwille, 'yde Park.
Can you think o' that?"
Are you a lord ? exclaimed Editha. Dear
me, how strange "
"It is sing'lar," said the burglar, shaking his
head. "I've often thought so myself. But
not wishin' to detain a lady no longer than can
be helped s'pose we take a turn in the lib'ery
among yer respected par's things."
"Don't make a noise," said Editha, as she led
the way.
But when they reached the library her loving
little heart failed her. All the things her fa-
ther valued most were there, and he would be
sure to be so sorry if one thing was missing
when he returned. She stood on the threshold
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50 EDITHA' BURGLAR.

"Oh," she whispered, "please do me another
favour, won't you? Please let me slip quietly
up-stairs and bring down my own things in-
stead. They will be so easy to carry away,
and they are very valuable, and- and I will
make you a present of them if you will not
touch anything that belongs to papa. He is
so fond of his things, and, besides that, he
is so good."
The burglar gave a rather strange and dis-
turbed look at her.
Go an' get yer gimcracks," he said, in a
somewhat grumbling voice.
Her treasures were in her own room, and her
bare feet made no sound as she crept slowly up
the staircase and then down again. But when
she handed the little box to the burglar her eyes
were wet.
"Papa gave me the watch, and mamma gave
me the locket," she whispered, tremulously;
"and the pearls were grandmamma's, and grand-
mamma is in heaven."
It would not be easy to know what the burg-
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haps he was not quite so bad as some burglars,
and felt rather ashamed of taking her treasures
from a little girl who loved other people so
much better than she loved herself. But he
did not touch any of papa's belongings, and,
indeed, did not remain much longer. He grum-
bled a little when he looked into the drawing-
room, saying something to himself about "folks
never 'avin' no consideration for a cove, an'
leaving' nothing' portable 'andy, a-expectin' of him
to carry off seventy-five pound bronze clocks
an' marble stattoos;" but though Editha was
sorry to see that he appeared annoyed, she did
not understand him.
After that, he returned to the pantry and
helped himself to some cold game pie, and
seemed to enjoy it, and then poured out a
tumbler of wine, which Editha thought a great
deal to drink at once.
Yer 'e'lth, my dear," he said, "an' 'appy re-
turns, an' many on 'em. May yer grow up a
hornyment to yer sect, an' a comfort to yer
respected mar an' par."
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54 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

drank the very last drop in the glass, which
was vulgar, to say the least of it.
Then he took up his bundles of silver and the
other articles he had appropriated, and, seeing
that. he was going away, Editha rose from the
pantry step.
Are you going out through the window ?"
she asked.
Yes, my dear," he answered, with a chuckle,
"it's a little 'abit I've got into. I prefers 'em
to doors."
"Well, good-bye," she said, holding out her
hand politely. "And thank you, my lord."
She felt it only respectable to say that, even
if he had fallen into bad habits and become a
burglar.
He shook hands with her in quite a friendly
manner, and even made a bow.
"Yer welcome, my dear," he said. "An' I
must hadd that if I ever see a queerer or better-
behaved little kid, may I be blowed, or, as
yer told me it would be more correcter to say,
I'll be blown."
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thought he was improving, and that if he had
had advantages he might have been a very nice
man.
It was astonishing how neatly he slipped
through the window; he was gone in a second,
and Editha found herself standing alone in the
dark, as he had taken his lantern with him.
She groped her way out and up the stairs,
and then, for the first time, she began to feel
cold, and rather weak and strange; it was more
like being frightened than any feeling she had
had while the burglar was in the house.
"Perhaps, if he had been a very bad burglar,
he might have killed me," she said to herself,
trembling a little. I am very glad he did not
kill me, for-for it would have hurt mamma so,
and papa, too, when he came back, and they
told him."
Her mamma awakened in the morning with a
bright smile.
"Nobody hurt us, Nixie," she said. "We are
all right, aren't we ?"
Yes, mamma dear," said Editha.
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58 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

she said nothing more, and she even said
nothing all through the excitement that fol-
lowed the discovery of the robbery, and, indeed,
said nothing until her papa came home, and
then he wondered so at her pale face, and
petted her so tenderly, and thought it so
strange that nothing but her treasures had been
taken from up-stairs, that she could keep her
secret no longer.
"Papa," she cried out, all at once, in a trem-
bling voice, I gave them to him myself."
"You, Nixie! You!" exclaimed her papa,
looking alarmed. "Kitty, the fright has made
the poor little thing ill."
"No, papa," said Editha, her hands shaking,
and the tears rushing into her eyes, she did not
know why. "I heard him, and I knew
mamma would be so frightened,- and it came
into my mind to ask him-not to awaken her,-
and I crept down-stairs and asked him; and
he was not at all unkind, though he laughed.
And I stayed with him, and and told him I
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such a bad burglar, papa, and he told me he
would rather be something more respectable."
And she hid her face on her papa's shoulder.
Kitty! papa cried out. Oh, Kitty "
Then her mamma flew to her and knelt down
by her, kissing her, and crying aloud:
Oh, Nixie! if he had hurt you, if he had
hurt you! "
"He knew I was not going to scream,
mamma," said Editha. And he knew I was
too little too hurt him. I told him so."
She scarcely understood why mamma cried
so much more at this, and why even papa's
eyes were wet as he held her close up to his
breast.
"It is my fault, Francis," wept the poor little
mamma. I have left her too much to herself,
and I have not been a wise mother. Oh, to
think of her risking her dear little life just
to save me from being frightened, and to
think of her giving up the things she loves
for our sakes. I will be a better mother to
her, after this, and take care of her more."
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62 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

locket, and pearls were not altogether lost,
and came back to their gentle little owner in
time. About six months after, the burglar was
caught, as burglars are apt to be, and, after
being tried and sentenced to transportation to
the penal settlements (which means that he was
to be sent away to be a prisoner in a far coun-
try), a police officer came one day to see Editha's
papa, and he actually came from that burglar,
who was in jail, and wanted to see Editha for
a special reason. Editha's papa took her to see
him, and the moment she entered his cell she
knew him.
"How do you do, my lord? she said, in a
gentle tone.
"Not as lively as common, miss," he an-
swered, "in consekence o' the confinement not
bein' good fer my 'e'lth."
"None of your chaff," said the police officer.
"Say what you have to say."
And then, strange to say, the burglar brought
forth from under his mattress a box, which he
handed to the little girl.
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this morning, he said. "I thought yer might
as well have 'em. I kep' 'em partly 'cos it
was more convenienter, an' partly 'cos I took
a fancy to yer. I've seed a many curi's things,
sir," he said to Editha's papa, "but never nothing'
as bloomin' queer as that little kid a-comin' in
an' tellin' me she won't 'urt me, nor yet won't
scream, and please won't I burgle quietly so as
not to disturb her mar. It brought my 'art in
my mouth when first I see her, an' then, lor',
how I larft! I almost made up my mind co
give her things back to her afore I left, but
I didn't quite do that,--it was agin human
natur'."
But they were in the box now, and Editha
was so glad to see them that she could scarcely
speak for a few seconds. Then she thanked the
burglar politely.
"I am much obliged to you," she said, "and
I'm really very sorry you are to be sent
so far away. I am sure papa would have
tried to help you if he could, though he
says he is afraid you would not do for an
editor."






66 EDITHA'S BURGLAR.

The burglar closed one eye, and made a very
singular grimace at the police officer, who turned
away suddenly, and did not look around until
Editha had bidden her acquaintance good-bye.
And even this was not quite all. A few
weeks later, a box was left for Editha by a
very shabby, queer-looking man, who quickly
disappeared as soon as he had given it to the
servant at the door; and in this box was a
very large, old-fashioned silver watch, almost
as big as a turnip, and inside the lid were
scratched these words:

To the little Kid,
From 'er fr'end and wel' wisher,
Lord halgernon hedward halbert
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