Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN It was lucky that Kirrin Cottage wasn't far from the boy's home, or Timmy would have been trotting to and fro all night!

At last the sack was empty, and the last parcel safely tucked into the back of his big kennel.

There was hardly room for Timmy to sit in it! Tired out but very happy, he put down his head on his paws, and fell sound asleep.

He was awakened next morning by a great hubbub in Kirrin Cottage! 'Aunt Fanny! Uncle Quentin! The sack of presents is gone- and the kitchen door's wide open! Someone's stolen all our presents in the night.' 'That's why Timmy barked! He knew there was something going on! Oh, our beautiful presents! What a MEAN trick!' 'But why didn't Tim catch the thief when he slipped out of the kitchen door with the sack? Poor Tim- he must have been too scared to do anything, after being scolded for barking before, and made to go to his kennel!'

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'Christmas is spoilt!' said Anne, with tears in her eyes. 'No presents at all- no surprises- no fun!'