“I should say we did, miss,” agreed the other, still in a complaining tone.
“My! What makes this time of year a busy one?” demanded the inquisitive Dorothy.
“The frost, miss.”
“The frost?” repeated the little girl, quite puzzled.
“Yes, miss. The frost catches folks napping, as ye may say.”
Dot puzzled over that for a moment, too. Did folks sleep harder when it was frosty and dark out-of-doors, than in summer? The young man stood and watched her. It must be rather embarrassing to be interrupted in the midst of a burglary.
“Don’t—don’t mind me,” said Dot, politely. “Don’t let me stop your work.”
“No, miss. I’m a-waiting for my boss,” said the other.
There! Dot had known he must be only an apprentice burglar—he was so young.
“Then—then there’s more of you?” she asked.