“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 upstairs 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 occypied.”
He led the way into the pantry, and pushed her down on a step, and then began to open the drawers where the silver was kept.
“Its 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.