She followed as fast as possible and
found Lydia Anderson stretched on the ground before the door of
Luella Miller's deserted house, and she was quite dead.
The next night there was a red gleam of fire athwart the moonlight
and the old house of Luella Miller was burned to the ground.
Nothing is now left of it except a few old cellar stones and a
lilac bush, and in summer a helpless trail of morning glories among
the weeds, which might be considered emblematic of Luella herself.
THE SOUTHWEST CHAMBER
"That school-teacher from Acton is coming to-day," said the elder
Miss Gill, Sophia.
"So she is," assented the younger Miss Gill, Amanda.
"I have decided to put her in the southwest chamber," said Sophia.
Amanda looked at her sister with an expression of mingled doubt and
terror. "You don't suppose she would--" she began hesitatingly.
"Would what?" demanded Sophia, sharply. She was more incisive than
her sister. Both were below the medium height, and stout, but
Sophia was firm where Amanda was flabby. Amanda wore a baggy old
muslin (it was a hot day), and Sophia was uncompromisingly hooked
up in a starched and boned cambric over her high shelving figure.
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