burglar-hunters

Updated: July 15, 2025

We were snug in bed minus some cuticle from knees and elbows and Harold, sleepily chewing something sticky, had been carried up in the arms of the friendly cook, ere the clamour of the burglar-hunters had died away. The curate's undaunted demeanour, as reported by Aunt Maria, was generally supposed to have terrified the burglars into flight, and much kudos accrued to him thereby.

Kenneth Grahame - The Golden Age