“What are you doing!” cried Miss Linkin, arriving with a candle.
“Barking my shins, if you want to know,” replied Dan crossly. “Look here! what is that hearthrug rolled up like that for, just ready to throw anyone down?”
“No one was expected to go in here again to-night,” announced Miss Linkin. “What do you want out of this room? All your luggage is upstairs.”
“I left some of my beer in the jug,” Dan explained.
“Yes, Daniel, and you stuffed your table-napkin in the top, and it is all soaked in beer.”
“Never mind, auntie! But where is the jug? It isn’t on the sideboard.”
“You will find it in the kitchen on the dresser, Daniel, but I fear it will be flat. Don’t drink it if it is. Draw some more. Mary Ann is gone to bed.”
“All right, auntie. You go to hush-a-by-by too. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
“And please, Daniel, don’t drop your boots on the floor with a bang when you take them off. You wake everyone up. And you will be careful to put the gas out in the kitchen when you come out.”
“Oh, Lord!” muttered Dan, as he heard the faint creaking of the stairs that told him Aunt Lizzie had retired for the night. “But she is a good sort, though she is such a worrier,” he added, referring to his aunt.