Well, she wailed and went on so bad, that I had to go down and see what the racket was.
I went into the dining-room and there stood the burglar.
"Hold up your hands," says he.
"I'm darned if I do," says I. "My wife rules me by day, and you're not going to butt in and do it by night."
I grabbed a chair and went at him.
We finally compromised.
He was to take everything of any value if he would only let me—I mean if I would only let him up.
He took all the silverware off the sideboard and began to pack it up.
Just then my little Josephine called from the cradle.