One cold winter night, about midnight, my good wife called to me,
saying:
“Dan! Dan! Get up! Get up!”
“What’s the matter?” I asked, with much alarm.
“Somebody’s in the dining-room; I heard them rattling the dishes just a
minute ago.”
“I don’t hear anything, wife,” I said slowly.
“There’s somebody in these sure; I heard them myself. Do get up, Dan,
before they take everything we’ve got.”
“I haven’t got a gun or any kind of weapon,” I said, still fighting for
time.
“Well, get up and make a noise--walk around heavy--that’s frighten ’em
and make ’em leave.”