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nice panful set in the yard to cool. A few bangs at the locked
     door, a few threats of vengeance from the prisoner such as setting the house on fire, drinking up the wine, and smashing the
     jelly-pots, and then all was so quiet that the girls forgot him in the exciting crisis of their work.
    “He can’t possibly get out anywhere, and as soon as we’ve cut up the candy, we’ll unbolt the door and run. Come and get a
     nice dish to put it in,” said Fan, when Polly proposed to go halves with Tom, lest he should come bursting in somehow, and
     seize the whole.
    When they came down with the dish in which to set forth their treat, and opened the back door to find it, imagine their dismay
     on discovering that it was gone — pan, candy, and all — utterly and mysteriously gone!
    A general lament arose, when a careful rummage left no hopes; for the fates had evidently decreed that candy was not to prosper
     on this unpropitious night.
    “The hot pan has melted and sunk in the snow, perhaps,” said Fanny, digging into the drift where it was left.
    “Those old cats have got it, I guess,” suggested Maud, too much overwhelmed by this second blow to howl as usual.
    “The gate isn’t locked, and some beggar has stolen it. I hope it will do him good,” added Polly, returning from her exploring
     expedition.
    “If Tom
could
get out, I should think he’d carried it off; but not being a rat, he can’t go through the bits of windows; so it wasn’t him,”
     said Fanny, disconsolately, for she began to think this double loss a punishment for letting angry passions rise.
    “Let’s open the door and tell him about it,” proposed Polly.
    “He’ll crow over us. No; we’ll open it and go to bed, and he can come out when he likes. Provoking boy! If he hadn’t plagued
     us so, we should have had a nice time.”
    Unbolting the cellar door, the girls announced to the invisible captive that they were through, and then departed much depressed.
     Halfway up the second flight, they all stopped as suddenly as if they had seen a ghost; for looking over the banisters was
     Tom’s face, crocky but triumphant, and in either hand a junk of candy, which he waved above them as he vanished, with the
     tantalizing remark, “Don’t you wish you had some?”
    “How in the world did he get out?” cried Fanny, steadying herself after a start that nearly sent all three tumbling downstairs.
    “Coal-hole!” answered a spectral voice from the gloom above.
    “Good gracious! He must have poked up the cover, climbed into the street, stole the candy, and sneaked in at the shed window
     while we were looking for it.”
    “Cats got it, didn’t they?” jeered the voice in a tone that made Polly sit down and laugh till she couldn’t laugh any longer.
    “Just give Maud a bit, she’s so disappointed. Fan and I are sick of it, and so will you be, if you eat it all,” called Polly,
     when she got her breath.
    “Go to bed, Maudie, and look under your pillow when you get there,” was the oracular reply that came down to them, as Tom’s
     door closed after a jubilant solo on the tin pan.
    The girls went to bed tired out; and Maud slumbered placidly, hugging the sticky bundle, found where molasses candy is not
     often discovered. Polly was very tired, and soon fell asleep; but Fanny, who slept with her, lay awake longer than usual,
     thinking about her troubles, for her head ached, and the dissatisfaction that follows anger would not let her rest with the
     tranquillity that made the rosy face in the little round nightcap such a pleasant sight to see as it lay beside her. The gas
     was turned down, but Fanny saw a figure in a gray wrapper creep by her door, and presently return, pausing to look in. “Who
     is it?” she cried, so loud that Polly woke.
    “Only me, dear,” answered grandma’s mild voice. “Poor Tom has got a dreadful toothache, and I came down to find some creosote
     for him. He told me not to tell you; but I can’t find the