ONLY BURGULARS NEED APPLY.
Address, The Unwiseman, At Home.
"One of 'em called the next night and he's taken the house for six months," the Unwiseman went on. "He's promised to keep the house clean, to smoke my pipe, look after my Qs and commas, eat my meals regularly, and exercise the umbrella on wet days. It was a very good arrangement all around. He was a very nice polite burgular and as it happened had a lot of business he wanted to attend to right in our neighborhood. He said he'd keep an eye on your house too, and I told him about how to get in the back way where the cellar window won't lock. He promised for sure he'd look into it."
"Very kind of him I'm sure," said Mollie dubiously.
"You'd have liked him very much—nicest burgular I ever met. Had real taking ways," said the Unwiseman.
"Howd-ulike-being-outer-sighter-land?" asked Whistlebinkie.
"Who, me?" asked the Unwiseman. "I wouldn't like it at all. I took precious good care that I shouldn't be neither."
"Nonsense," said Mollie. "How can you help yourself?"