Prudence sat up in bed with a bounce.

"What in the world?" she began, gazing out into the room, half-lighted
by the moonshine, and seeing Carol and Lark shivering beside her bed.

"Sh! Sh! Hush!" whispered Lark. "There's a burglar in our room!"

By this time, even sound-sleeping Fairy was awake. "Oh, there is!" she
scoffed.

"Yes, there is," declared Carol with some heat. "We heard him, plain
as day. He stepped into the closet, didn't he, Lark?"

"He certainly did," agreed Lark.

"Did you see him?"

"No, we heard him. Carol heard him first, and she spoke, and nudged
me. Then I heard him, too. He was at our dresser, but he shot across
the room and into the closet. He closed the door after him. He's
there now."

"You've been dreaming," said Fairy, lying down again.

"We don't generally dream the same thing at the same minute," said
Carol stormily. "I tell you he's in there."

"And you two great big girls came off and left poor little Connie in
there alone with a burglar, did you? Well, you are nice ones, I must
say."