So saying, he went round the corner of the house, and there entering the house by means of a door which led into the kitchen, he passed through into the room where his father was sitting, without being seen by his father. He walked very softly as he went, too, and so the sound of his footsteps was not heard. Annie remained at the door when Rodolphus went in. She asked him as he went in what he was going to do, but Rodolphus only answered by saying in a whisper, “Hush! Wait here till I come back.” Rodolphus crept slowly up to a bureau which stood behind a door. There was a certain drawer in this bureau where he knew that his father kept his money. He was going to open this drawer and see if he could not find a quarter of a dollar. He succeeded in putting the key into the key-hole, and in unlocking the drawer without making much noise. He made a little noise, it is true, and though his father heard it as he sat at the door looking out toward the garden, his attention was not attracted by it. He thought, perhaps, that it was Rodolphus’s mother, doing something in that corner of the room. Rodolphus pulled the drawer open as gently and noiselessly as he could. In a corner of the drawer he saw a bag. He knew that it was his father’s money-bag. He pulled it open and put his hand in, looking round at the same time stealthily, to see whether his father was observing him. Just at that instant, Mr. Linn looked round. “Rolf, you rogue,” said he, “what are you doing’” Rodolphus did not answer, but seized a small handful of money and ran. His father started up and pursued him. Among the coins which Rodolphus had seized there was a quarter of a dollar, and there were besides this several smaller silver coins, and two or three cents. Rodolphus took the quarter of a dollar in one hand, as he ran, and threw the other money down upon the kitchen floor. His father stopped to pick up this money, and by this means Rodolphus gained distance. He ran out from the kitchen into the yard, and from the yard into the road—his father pursuing him. Rodolphus went on at the top of his speed, filling the air with shouts of laughter. He scrambled up a steep path which led to the top of the rocks; his father stopped below. “Ah, Rolfy!” said his father, in an entreating sort of tone. “Give me back that money; that’s a good boy.” Rolfy did not answer, but stood upon a pinnacle of the rock, holding one of his hands behind him. “Did you throw down all the money that you took,” said his father. “No,” said Rodolphus. “How much have you got now?” said his father. “A quarter of a dollar,” said the boy. “Come down, then, and give it to me,” said his father. “Come down this minute.” “No,” said Rodolphus, “I want it to buy my rabbit.” Mr. Linn paused a moment, looking perplexed, as if uncertain what to do. At length he said, “Yes, bring back the money, Rolfy, that’s a good boy, and to-morrow I’ll go and buy you a rabbit myself.”