There was no one in the front of the house.
The hall lamp was lighted, and the hall door closed, but not locked.
Some sneak thieves, who had been doing a great deal of mischief in Fairport, crept up the steps and into the house, and, opening the door of the hall closet, laid their hands on the boys' winter overcoats.
They thought no one saw them, but they were mistaken.

Bella had been having a nap upstairs, and had not come down when the tea bell rang.

Now she was hopping down on her way to the dining room, and hearing the slight noise below, stopped and looked through the railing.

Any pet creature that lives in a nice family hates a dirty, shabby person.

Bella knew that those beggar boys had no business in that closet.
"Bad boys!" she screamed, angrily.