And arm in arm they went into the house. But as they went through the darkening hall, Anne clung tightly to Judy.
"Wouldn't it be dreadful, Judy, if burglars should come here," she quavered.
But Judy laughed. "I think it would be fun," she jested. "Bring on your burglars, Anne. I'm dying for excitement, as Lutie Barton would say." And then she touched a button, and the lights flared up, chasing away the shadows, and chasing away with them, for the moment, the fears of little Anne.
CHAPTER XX
ANNE HEARS A BURGLAR
Anne was wakened that night by a sense of utter loneliness.
"Judy," she called, softly.
No answer.
"Judy."
Anne reached over and found that the covers of the little white bed that stood beside her own had not been disturbed.