It may be that
he did, and, again, it may be that he did not. Anyhow, all of a sudden
the White Horse toppled right over on top of the bad burglar, and down
the stairs they went, bumpity-bump! all in a heap, right toward the
little burglar standing at the foot. Down the stairs rolled the big
burglar and the White Rocking Horse.
"Bang! Bing! Bung!" was the noise they made.
CHAPTER X
THE GRASS PARTY
Standing at the foot of the stairs was the little burglar. He was
waiting while the big, bad man went upstairs to see if he could get
any jewelry. And when the big burglar touched the White Rocking Horse,
and it toppled over on him, and when both of them fell down the stairs
together, making a loud noise, they fell right on top of the little
burglar.
"Oh! Oh, dear! Oh, dear me!" cried the little burglar when he was
struck by the big bad man and the White Rocking Horse. "Oh, what is
all this? What are you doing, Jake?" he cried.
"Me? I'm not doing anything!" exclaimed the big burglar, as he went
bumpity-bump along the lower hall, turning over and over in
somersaults, just as the little burglar was doing.
"Not doing anything? Why, you came tumbling downstairs right on top of
me!" cried the little burglar. "Why did you do that?"
"I--I couldn't help it," answered the big burglar.
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