CHAPTER VIII
WHO COPPED THE BUZZ-STUFF?
Mr. Witherbee dashed out on the porch, mopping his brow, although the morning was yet cool. The company paused at breakfast.
"Again, by Judas!" he shouted, glaring at his wife.
Mrs. Witherbee half rose from her chair and looked apprehensive.
"Again?" she echoed.
"Yes, again! Burglars!"
"Stephen!"
Mrs. Witherbee sat down abruptly and began fanning herself with a napkin.
"That's what I said—burglars!"