"It's all too silly for
anything, of course. I KNOW it's silly; but, Emily, there's SOMETHIN'
queer about that room. I told you what I heard; somethin' or somebody
said, 'Oh, Lord!' as plain as ever I heard it said. And somethin' or
somebody snored when Miss Timpson was there. And, of course, when they
tell me how old Mr. Eldredge snored in that very room when he was dyin',
and how Miss Timpson's sister snored when SHE was sick, it--it--"
"Oh, stop, Auntie! You will have ME believing in--in things, if you keep
on. It's nonsense and you and I will prove it so before I go back to
Middleboro. Now you must go to bed."
"Yes, I'm goin'. Well, if there is a ghost in that room it'll have its
hands full with Sol Cobb. He's a tough old critter, if ever there was
one. Good night, Emily."
"Good night, Aunt Thankful. Don't worry about the--ha! ha!--ghost, will
you?"
"No, I've got enough to worry about this side of the grave. . . . Mercy!
what's the matter?"
"Nothing! I--I thought I heard a noise in--in the hall. I didn't
though."
"No, course you didn't. Shall I go to your room with you?"
"No indeed! I--I should be ashamed to have you. Where is Imogene?"
"She's up in her room. She went to bed early. Goodness! Hear that wind.
It cries like--like somethin' human."
"It's dreadful. It is enough to make anyone think. . . . There! If you
and I talk any longer we shall both be behaving like children. Good
night."
"Good night, Emily. Is Georgie asleep at last?"
"I think so.
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