The little bare feet made no noise on the carpetless floor.

No mouse could have stolen down the stairs more silently than timid little Jules.

The latch of the kitchen door gave a loud click that made him draw back with a shiver of alarm; but that was all.

After waiting one breathless minute, his heart beating like a trip-hammer, he went on into the pantry.
The moon was so far down now, that only a white glimmer of light showed him the faint outline of things; but his keen little nose guided him.
There was half a cheese on the swinging shelf, with all the bread that had been left from supper.

He broke off great pieces of each in eager haste.