The Haunted House | Page 5

older and make him toe the
mark," says Dan. "Well Mudge,"--Dan nearly always calls his wife Mudge, for a pet
name--"give me another cup of tea, woman, and then I'll go back to the factory, that is as
soon as I have taken a pull or two at my pipe."
"What! are you going without eating some of the bread pudding I went to the trouble of
making because I thought you would like it?" asks Olive.
"Oh, you've got pudding have you; all right, I'll have some if it's cold," replies Dan.
"Oh, yes, it's cold enough by this time. Come, Esther, help me to clear away these dishes,
and you, Jane, please bring in the pudding, it is out on the door-step near the rain-water
barrel."
The dishes having been cleared away, and the pudding brought, all ate a due share, and

after some further conversation about the midnight milker of the cow, Esther remarks that
she believes the thief to be one of the Micmac Indians from the camp up the road.
Everybody laughs at such a wild idea, and they all leave the table. Esther, takes George
from his chair, after first untying his feet, and then helps Olive to remove the dishes to
the kitchen, where she washes them, and then goes to the sofa in the parlor to take a nap.
Dan in the meantime has enjoyed his smoke and gone back to the factory, as has also
William Cox. John Teed has gone up the Main Street to see his sister Maggie, and Jane
has returned to Mr. Dunlap's. Willie is out in the street again with the bad boys, and Olive
has just commenced to make a new plaid dress for George, who has gone to sleep in his
little crib in the small sewing-room.
Esther, after sleeping for about an hour, comes into the dining room where Olive is
sewing and says, "Olive, I am going out to take a walk, and if Bob should come while I
am out, don't forget to tell him that I will be in this evening, and shall expect him."
"All right Esther," says her sister, "but you had better be careful about Bob, and how you
keep company with him; you know what we heard about him only the day before
yesterday."
"Oh, I don't believe a word of it," replied Esther. She looked at her sister for a moment,
and then said in an injured tone, "I guess I am old enough to take care of myself. What!
half-past two already? I must be off;" and off she went.
Supper being over, Esther put on her brown dress and took her accustomed seat on the
front door step to talk to Dan, as he smoked his evening pipe. Jane dressed in her favorite
white dress, trimmed with black velvet, her beautiful hair fastened in a true Grecian coil,
and perfectly smooth at the temples, is in the parlor attending to her choice plants,
presently her beau comes to spend the evening with her.
So the evening passes away. Olive has sung little George to sleep, carried him up to bed
and retired herself. Dan has smoked his pipe and retired also. It was now ten o'clock.
Esther still sat on the front step humming the tune of a well known Wesleyan hymn to
herself as she gazed up at the stars, for it must be remembered that although she was not
by any means pious, still, like a dutiful girl, she went to church with Dan and Olive. As
the girl was just passing into womanhood, and felt that she must love something, it was
perfectly natural for her to sit there and wait for Bob to make his appearance. About
half-past ten Jane's beau took his departure, and Jane not having anything further to keep
her up, decided to retire, and advised Esther to follow her example.
Esther took a last look up and down the street, and then went into the house with much
reluctance. After locking the front door the girls went into the dining room and Jane
lighted the lamp. Esther had taken off her shoes and thrown them on the floor, as was her
custom, when it suddenly occurred to her that there was butter-milk in the cellar, and the
same instant she made up her mind to have some. Taking the lamp from Jane, she runs
into the cellar in her stocking feet, drinks about a pint of butter-milk and runs up again,
telling her sister, who has been meanwhile in the dark dining room, that a large rat passed
between her feet while in the cellar.

"Come right up to bed you silly girl," said Jane, "and don't be talking about rats at this
time of night." So