He was the noisiest sleeper ever I set up with. Shall we go
upstairs?"
The narrow front stairs creaked as loudly in the daytime as they had
on the previous night, but the long hall on the upper floor was neither
dark nor terrifying. Nevertheless it was with just a suspicion of dread
that Mrs. Barnes approached the large room at the end of the hall and
the small one adjoining it. Her common-sense had returned and she
was naturally brave, but an experience such as hers had been is not
forgotten in a few hours. However, she was determined that no one should
know her feelings; therefore she was the first to enter the little room.
"Here's where Laban bunked," said the captain. "You'd think with all
the big comf'table bedrooms to choose from he wouldn't pick out this
two-by-four, would you? But he did, probably because nobody else would.
He was a contrary old rooster, and odd as Dick's hat-band."
Thankful was listening, although not to their guide's remarks. She was
listening for sounds such as she had heard--or thought she had heard--on
the occasion of her previous visit to that room. But there were no such
sounds. There was the bed, the patchwork comforter, the chair and the
pictures on the walls, but when she approached that bed there came
no disturbing groans. And, by day, the memory of her fright seemed
absolutely ridiculous. For at least the tenth time she solemnly resolved
that no one should ever know how foolish she had been.
Emily uttered an exclamation and pointed.
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