no chance to show our courage. At last a black mark was found
upon our door, and a great panic ensued, for we felt that now our
time had come.
“That night we put a tub of water at the bottom of the back-stairs,
and a pile of tin pans at the top of the front stairs, so that any
attempt to come up would produce a splash or a rattle. Bells were
hung on door handles, sticks of wood piled up in dark corners for
robbers to fall over, and the family retired, all armed and all
provided with lamps and matches.
“Jack and I left our doors open, and kept asking one another if we
did n’t hear something, till he fell asleep. I was wakeful and lay
listening to the crickets till the clock struck twelve; then I got
drowsy, and was just dropping off when the sound of steps outside
woke me up staring wide awake. Creeping to the window I was in
time to see by the dim moonlight a shadow glide round the corner
and disappear. A queer little thrill went over me, but I resolved to
keep quiet till I was sure something was wrong, for I had given so
many false alarms, I did n’t want Jack to laugh at me again.
Popping my head out of the door, I listened, and presently heard a
scraping sound near the shed.
” ‘There they are; but I won’t rouse the house till the bell rings or
the pans fall. The rogues can’t go far without a clatter of some sort,
and if we could only catch one of them we should get the reward
and a deal of glory,’ I said to myself, grasping my hatchet firmly.
“A door closed softly below, and a step came creeping towards the
back-stairs. Sure now of my prey, I was just about to scream ‘Jack!’
when something went splash into the tub at the foot of the
back-stairs.
“In a minute every one was awake and up, for Jack fired his pistol
before he was half out of bed, and roared ‘Fire!’ so loud it roused
the house. Mother sprung her rattle, aunt rang her bell, Jip barked
like mad, and we all screamed, while from below came up a
regular Irish howl.
“Some one brought a lamp, and we peeped anxiously down, to see
our own stupid Biddy sitting in the tub wringing her hands and
wailing dismally.
” ‘Och, murther, and it ‘s kilt I am! The saints be about us! how iver
did I come forninst this say iv wather, just crapin in quiet afther a
bit iv sthroll wid Mike Mahoney, me own b’y, that ‘s to marry me
intirely, come Saint Patrick’s day nixt.’ “We laughed so we could
hardly fish the poor thing up, or listen while she explained that she
had slipped out of her window for a word with Mike, and found it
fastened when she wanted to come back, so she had sat on the
roof, trying to discover the cause of this mysterious barring out, till
she was tired, when she prowled round the house till she found a
cellar window unfastened, after all our care, and got in quite
cleverly, she thought; but the tub was a new arrangement which
she knew nothing about; and when she fell into the ‘say,’ she was
bewildered and could only howl.
“This was not all the damage either, for aunt fainted with the
fright, mother cut her hand with a broken lamp, the children took
cold hopping about on the wet stairs, Jip barked himself sick, I
sprained my ankle, and Jack not only smashed a looking-glass with
his bullets, but spoilt his pistol by the heavy charge put in it. After
the damages were repaired and the flurry was well over, Jack
confessed that he had marked the door for fun, and shut Biddy out
as a punishment for ‘gallivanting,’ of which he did n’t approve.
Such a rogue as that boy was!’ ”
“But did n’t the robbers ever come?” cried Tom, enjoying the joke,
but feeling defrauded of the fight.
“Never, my dear; but we had our ‘scare,’ and tested our courage,