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You've rooked 'em, chiselled 'em out of a lot of cash, too. There was old Lamson fifteen hundred for the goitre on his neck; and Mrs. Gilligan for the cancer two thousand, wasn't it? Tincture of Lebanon leaves you called the medicine, didn't you? You must have made fifty thousand or so in the last ten years."
"Well, they heard such funny humming noises and jingling like the rattling of chains an' things," said the driver, "that they got most scared to death and ran back home like the old Nick was after them. Ever since then folks has said the place was haunted." "Stuff and rubbish!" said Mrs. Gilligan, as the team came to a stop before the house.
Gilligan took the fruit and made several delicious pies and also a number of tarts. The place was certainly a lonesome one. Only once did they see two men tramp by. The men eyed the girls curiously, but tramped on without speaking. "Certainly not very sociable," was Violet's comment. At last came the time when the boys were to arrive.
And in this case Billie did indeed prove herself to be a wonder. Within half an hour she had not only won Mrs. Jordon over to their side, but had persuaded her to let the girls borrow Mrs. Gilligan for the time of their vacation. "Of course," Mrs. Jordon warned them, as the girls were hugging each other triumphantly, "we aren't at all sure that Mrs.
Chet and Teddy had done a little stamp collecting once and knew that some of the stamps were rare. "I think they are worth at least fifteen hundred dollars more," said Teddy, "and maybe they are worth twice that. Some stamps are worth a hundred dollars apiece." It was not until they were called below by Mrs. Gilligan that they gave up speculating about the value of the trunk.
After a few opening remarks, he dropped into the reminiscential. He talked of the old times in Texas. He told in thrilling terms of the Alamo and of Goliad. There was not a dry eye in earshot. Then he grew personal. "I see Tom Gilligan over yonder. A braver man never lived than Tom Gilligan. He fought by my side at San Jacinto. Together we buried poor Bill Holman.
"Oh, come! let us get out of here," finally cried Laura, grabbing each of the other girls by an arm and running with them out into the more cheerful kitchen. "Oh, that steak!" cried Billie longingly, as she drifted over to the stove. "Isn't it nearly done, Mrs. Gilligan? This is cruelty to animals." Mrs. Gilligan chuckled and turned the steak on the other side.
Gilligan broke into hearty laughter. "Ghosts?" she said, her eyes sparkling. "I shouldn't think you'd be talking of ghosts any more. Here you've spent a whole night in the house and no spirits have bothered you yet. I should think you'd be satisfied." "Oh, but didn't you hear that noise in the night?" Violet asked her, turning over and forgetting the nap she had been about to take.
And too much surprised by this deluge of words to refuse, the old man turned to the trunks, and, assisted by the boy, carried them into the hall. "This is far enough," he said, but Mrs. Maria Gilligan, accustomed to having her own way, would have none of it. "Upstairs," she ordered. "You don't suppose we are going to sleep on the ground floor, do you?
They found their way back to the kitchen again and dropped the things thankfully on the table. "Now for something to eat!" cried Laura. "What shall we have, Mrs. Gilligan? I suppose it will have to be a cold supper," she added, looking about for some means of cooking and discovering only an immense coal stove.
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