"Above all," I continued anxiously, "don't forget the pots. They stand
on either side of the fireplace, filled with ferns. They are not pewter.
They are solid silver champagne coolers. They are worth--they are
worth--"
"Two hundred apiece," said Clara instantly.
"And don't overlook the muffineers, the terrapin dishes and the
candlesticks. We should be very much obliged--very grateful if you
could find room for them."
Often since I have thought of that burglar and what must have been his
sensations. At the time I was too engrossed with my own feelings. Never
have I enjoyed a situation more. It is true I noticed as I proceeded our
burglar began to edge away towards the door, keeping the lantern
steadily on my face.
"And one favor more," I added, "there are several flocks of individual
silver almond dishes roosting downstairs--"
"Forty-two," said Clara, "twenty-four in the dining-room and eighteen in
the parlor."
"Forty-two is the number; as a last favor please find room for them; if
you don't want them drop them in a river or bury them somewhere.
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