Editha's Burglar by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Author:Frances Hodgson Burnett [Burnett, Frances Hodgson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Klassiker
Publisher: Jazzybee Verlag
Published: 2017-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

IT'S CURIOUS THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW JUST WHERE TO LOOK FOR THINGS." SAID EDITHA.

" Mamma wouldn't like to use steel ones, I'm sure," Editha answered. " I'll tell you what you can do: please leave out enough for mamma, and I can use steel. I don't care about myself, much."

The man seemed to think a moment, and then he was really so accommodating as to do as she asked, and even went to the length of leaving out her own little fork and knife and spoon.

" Oh, you are very kind! " said Editha, when she saw him do this.

" That's a reward o' merit, 'cos yer didn't squeal," said the burglar.

He was so busy for the next few minutes that he did not speak, though now and then he broke into a low laugh, as if he was thinking of something very funny, indeed. During the silence, Editha sat holding her little feet in her nightgown, and watching him very curiously. A great many new thoughts came into her active brain, and at last she could not help asking some more questions.

" Would you really rather be a burglar than anything else? " she inquired, respectfully.

"Well," said the man, " p'r'aps I'd prefer to be Lord Mayor, or a member o' the 'ouse o' Lords, or heven the Prince o' Wales, honly for there bein' hobstacles in the way of it."

"Oh!" said Editha; "you couldn't be the Prince of Wales, you know. I mean wouldn't you rather be in some other profession? My papa is an editor," she added. " How would you like to be an editor?"

"Well," said the burglar, "hif yer par ud change with me, or hif he chanced to know hany heditor with a roarin' trade as ud be so hobligin' as to 'and it hover, hit's wot I've allers 'ad a leanin' to."

" I am sure papa would not like to be a burglar," said Editha, thoughtfully; " but perhaps he might speak to his friends about you, if you would give me your name and address, and if I were to tell him how obliging you were, and if I told him you really didn't like being a burglar."

The burglar put his hand to his pocket and gave a start of great surprise.

" To think o' me a-forgettin' my card-case, “ he said, " an' a-leavin' it on the pianner when I come hout. I'm sich a bloomin' forgetful cove. I might hev knowed I'd hev wanted it."

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