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Updated: June 4, 2025
"I shouldn't like to meet it wandering around the house at night." "Laws, chile, how yo' talks," Aunt Esmerelda exclaimed startled. "Yo' gives me de fidgets. Wheh yo' git ideas like dat?" "Things look that way," said Hortense. "Some look friendly and some unfriendly. There's the cat and the teakettle. They aren't friendly. They say all sorts of sly things. Sometime I'm going to hear what they are.
Aunt Esmerelda still sat in her corner, asleep. Hortense motioned to Andy, who came as quietly as he could, which wasn't very quiet for his heels clumped loudly on the stairs. "Hush!" Hortense whispered. "Now go as fast and as quietly as you can across the kitchen. Hide behind the barn, and I'll follow you."
"I'll see if Aunt Esmerelda is asleep," said Hortense. "If she is, we'll tiptoe across the kitchen, get some cookies, and eat them in the barn." She opened the door cautiously and peeped in. Sure enough, Aunt Esmerelda was asleep in her chair with her apron thrown over her head.
Hortense asked, pointing to a bright rounded utensil hanging above the kitchen table. Aunt Esmerelda looked. "Dat's a grater, chile. I grates cheese an' potatoes an' cabbage an' things wid dat." She took down the grater. "On dis side it grates things small and on dis side big." She hung it in its place again. "It looks wicked to me," said Hortense.
These I had arranged with some wet mosses I found in the woods that morning; and begging a nice little basket from the housekeeper, had them very daintily arranged. When I came downstairs equipped for my walk, I found a very stylish young lady standing in the hall beside Mrs. Flaxman. "Esmerelda will show you the way.
Mary waited on them. "I wonder what's the matter with Aunt Esmerelda to-night," said Grandpa after the soup. "These potatoes aren't done, and the roast is burned." "I think she was frightened at something in the cellar," said Hortense. "What's that?" Grandpa questioned, and Hortense told him of the noise and the candle going out. "A rat probably," said Grandpa. "Weren't you frightened?"
You should have gone where it was warm, or rung for Esmerelda to kindle your fire." I rose and tried to walk across the room; but staggered and would have fallen only that she supported me. "Are you sick, Medoline?" She asked, in great alarm. "My head aches and I am very hot," I said uncertainly.
Hastily opening it, I met Esmerelda, who had come to announce the arrival of her neighbors. "There's a good lot of them coming, and they look as frightened, and foolish as so many dogs that's been caught sheep killing. I declare I pity them." "Where is Mr. Winthrop?" I gasped.
"I didn't see anything," said Hortense. "I heard something, but it was probably only a rat." She spoke bravely, quite like Grandfather. "'Twan't no rat," muttered Aunt Esmerelda gloomily, shaking her head. "It's a ha'nt or a ghos'. Dey's ha'nts and ghos's all 'roun dis place." Hortense began to feel quite brave after she had arrived safely in the cheerful dining room.
Sure enough, there it was, and Hortense fastened it hastily about her neck and ran down to breakfast, which wasn't ready. "Aunt Esmerelda wouldn't cook breakfast this morning, and Mary is preparing it," Grandmother explained. "Aunt Esmerelda is afraid of spooks," said Grandfather, laughing. "Indeed, I don't know how to explain it myself. What do you suppose we found this morning?
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