Part 2 (2/2)
”I shall die with fright if I hear anything more,” I said, half dead already with fear
Just then a figure started up in the bed
”And wha--and wha--and wha--”for the door, grandfather after ave vent to ht I know, could have been heard a mile distant
Both of us ran for Dorothy's room There was a sound of feet and a loud ejaculation of ”Holy Peter! The randfather, and, sure enough, there were footsteps on the stairs
”Dorothy! Dorothy!” I screa to the entry in her night-dress
[Illustration: THE FRIGHTENED IRISHMAN]
”I have seen a ghost, Dorothy,” said I
”A what?”
”I have seen the awfullest--”
”It's corandfather
”Holy Peter!” said an object in the darkness ”There's a dead man in the bed!”
”Why, it's that Irishman,” said Dorothy, as she heard the voice
”What Irishman?” asked I ”A murdered one?”
”No; he--there--I suspect that he mistook his room and went to bed with poor Jemmy”
Thebut pleased, and declared that he would rather have seen a ghost than to have been so foolishly frightened
”Is that all?” asked Charlie
”That is all,” said Grandmother Golden ”Just hear the crickets chirp
Sounds dreadful mournful”
”I have been twice disappointed,” said Charlie ”Perhaps, Master Lewis, you can tell us a story before we go in So fine and historic”
”In har?”
”And the spirit of Nature,” added Charlie