'
"And I guess they meant what they said, both of them. They were
beautiful women, and nobody could be any kinder to me than they
were, and I never blamed them for not telling me before, and, as
they said, there wasn't really much to tell.
"They hadn't any sooner fairly bought the house, and moved into it,
than they began to see and hear things. Mrs. Bird said they were
sitting together in the sitting-room one evening when they heard it
the first time. She said her sister was knitting lace (Mrs.
Dennison made beautiful knitted lace) and she was reading the
Missionary Herald (Mrs. Bird was very much interested in mission
work), when all of a sudden they heard something. She heard it
first and she laid down her Missionary Herald and listened, and
then Mrs. Dennison she saw her listening and she drops her lace.
'What is it you are listening to, Abby?' says she. Then it came
again and they both heard, and the cold shivers went down their
backs to hear it, though they didn't know why. 'It's the cat,
isn't it?' says Mrs. Bird.
"'It isn't any cat,' says Mrs. Dennison.
"'Oh, I guess it MUST be the cat; maybe she's got a mouse,' says
Mrs.
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