A humorous and exciting story of a burglar who reformed on Christmas Eve and returned the things he had stolen, told in Mr. Nicholson's best vein.
"'Urry up; me's goin' 'ome to me's gwanpa's kwismus t'ee!"
"Right ye be, little un; right ye be!" affirmed The Hopper.
The youngster was evidently blessed with a sanguine and confiding nature. His reference to his grandfather's Christmas tree impinged sharply upon The Hopper's conscience. Christmas had never figured very prominently in his scheme of life. About the only Christmases that he recalled with any pleasure were those that he had spent in prison, and those were marked only by Christmas dinners varying with the generosity of a series of wardens.
But Shaver was entitled to all the joys of Christmas, and The Hopper had no desire to deprive him of them.
"Keep a-larfin', Shaver, keep a-larfin'," said the Hopper. "Ole Hop ain't a-goin' to hurt ye!"
The Hopper, feeling his way cautiously round the fringes of New Haven, arrived presently at Happy Hill Farm, where he ran the car in among the chicken sheds behind the cottage and carefully extinguished the lights.
A great read. All about a burglar who, when breaking into someone's house, is held up by the lady. She tells him that he has to steal her father-in-law's Chinese vase or she'll hand him over to the police. Why does she want the vase? You'll have to read it to find out.
an absolutely delightful read!