That's so; 'twas always in a storm
that it came."
"Um-hum. And it always snored. Ho! ho! that IS funny! A ghost with a
snore. Must have a cold in its head, I cal'late."
"You wouldn't laugh if you'd heard it last night. And it didn't snore
the first time. It said 'Oh, Lord,' then."
"Humph! so you said. Well, that does complicate things, I will give in.
The wind in a water-pipe might snore, but it couldn't say 'Oh, Lord!'
not very plain. You heard that the first night, afore Kenelm and I got
there."
"Yes. And there wasn't another person in that house except Emily and me;
I know that."
"I wonder if you do know it. . . . Well, I'll have a whack at that room
myself and if a spook starts snorin when I'm there I'll--I'll put a
clothespin on its nose, after I've thanked it for scarin' old Sol into
repentance and decency. It took a spirit to do that. No livin' human
could have worked THAT miracle."
"I agree with you. Well, now I know why he acted the way he did whenever
Uncle Abner's name was mentioned. I have a feelin'--at least I imagine
there may have been somethin' else, somethin' we don't know and never
will know, between Solomon and my uncle. There may be some paper, some
agreement, hid around somewheres that is legally bindin' on the old
sinner. I can't hardly believe just breakin' a promise would make him
give anybody fifteen hundred dollars."
"Maybe, but I don't know; he's always been superstitious and a great
feller for Spiritu'list camp-meetin's and so on.
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