“Some one has got into the house then,” said the other maid listening.

“Oh, lie still, don’t get up!” said the first maid.  “It must be burglars.”

“I will go and waken the men,” said the other courageously.  And down-stairs she went and wakened the butler and footman.  Soon they were all searching the house, the butler armed with a gun, the others with large pokers.  No burglars were to be found, and the butler was very cross at having been called out of his bed for nothing at all.

The maids persisted that some one had been in the house, some one who must have escaped while they were giving the alarm.  Mr. Enderby heard the noise and came out of his room and learned the whole story.  After an hour of searching and questioning and discussion all went to bed again, everybody blaming everybody else for the silly mistake that had been made.

Next morning Hetty slept long and soundly after her midnight adventure, and when the maid who called her went into her room she was astonished to see a dog’s head on the pillow by the sleeping child.  Scamp put up his nose and barked at the intruder, and Hetty wakened.

“Laws, Miss Hetty, you are a strange little girl,” said the maid, who was the very girl who had alarmed the house during the night.  “How ever did you get a dog into your room?”

“It’s only Scamp, my own Scamp, and he wouldn’t hurt anybody,” said Hetty; “please don’t beat him away, Lucy.  He came in the middle of the night trying to find me, and I took him in.  Perhaps Mrs. Enderby will let me keep him now.”

“That I am sure she will not,” said Lucy.  “You naughty little girl.  And so it was you who disturbed the house last night, frightening us all out of our senses, and getting me scolded for giving an alarm.  Wait till Mr. Enderby hears about it.”

“You are very unkind,” said Hetty; “as if I could help his coming in the night-time!”

“And I suppose you could not help letting him into the house and taking him into your bed?” said Lucy scornfully.

“No, I couldn’t,” said Hetty.  “And you can go and tell Mr. Enderby as soon as you please.”

At this Lucy flounced out of the room quite determined to complain of the enormity of Hetty’s conduct.

When the little girl appeared in the school-room with Scamp following at her heels she was not in the best of tempers, and held her chin very high in the air.  Miss Davis met her with a stern face.

“Hetty, what is this I hear of you?  How could you dare to bring a strange dog into the house in the middle of the night?”

“It wasn’t a strange dog; it was Scamp,” said Hetty, putting on her most defiant air.  “I don’t think it was any harm to let him in.”

“Not, though I tell you it was?” said Miss Davis.

“No,” said Hetty.

“Then I must ask Mrs. Enderby to talk to you,” said Miss Davis.  “Meantime the dog cannot stay here while we are at breakfast.”