"
"Oh, do tell them about it, Gertrude," said Maggie, laughing. "Our candles
will hold out that long, I think."
Gertrude seated herself on the foot of the bed, while the rest waited for
the story.
"Well, we slept that night in the room that Lancy occupies, at the head of
the stairs, and, do you know, I never enter it but I feel cold shivers
running up my back as I think of that night. You see, Mrs. McDonald's
feather-beds are wonderful for size; they are her pride and joy; but we
were not used to them, so, during the night, we rolled over too near the
front of the bed, when suddenly out we both went, and the feather-bed fell
out on top of us! I thought there had been an earthquake, and so laid quiet
for the next shock. By and by Beatrice crawled out from under the ruins
and tried to lift the feather-bed back on the mattress, but instead of
doing so she fell back on the floor with it in her arms. Over went the
table, and this upset the whole contents of the water-pitcher over my back.
Good gracious! how it scared me! It was pitch dark and I could not tell
what had happened, so I screamed--screamed as if I was being murdered.
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