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"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 had n'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.
Half-way 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 down stairs.
"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, did n't they?" jeered the voice in a tone that made
Polly sit down and laugh till she could n't laugh any longer.


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