SLIDER GOES SLIDING
Teddy and Janet, sleeping in their rooms on the side of their house nearest to the home of Mrs. Blake, were the first to be awakened by the screams of the frightened lady. For that Mrs. Blake was frightened anyone could tell who heard her cry.
"Come and take the fuzzy burglar! Take the fuzzy burglar out of my room!" she exclaimed again and again.
By this time Teddy had jumped out of his bed and had run to his window. At the same time Janet, in the next room, had jumped out of her bed and had run to her window. Both children looked across the yard to the home of Mrs. Blake. They could see her, in the moonlight, standing at her window.
"What's the matter, Curlytops?" called their mother, across the hall. She had been awakened, not so much by the cries of Mrs. Blake as by the movements of Ted and Janet. "What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"There's a funny burglar over in Mrs. Blake's house, and she wants someone to come and get it," answered Janet.
"No, she didn't say funny burglar—she said fuzzy!" declared Ted.
"Well, anyhow, it's a burglar," declared Janet.
And from the other house again came the appeal:
"Patrick! Mary Ann! Mr. Martin! Somebody! Come and get the fuzzy burglar!"