im to show where he was to sleep, as she ought to
have done, she directed him to his room, furnished him with a light,
and bade him good-night.

The Irishman, as I have said, was an old man and not very
clear-headed. Forgetting his directions, and mistaking the room, he
entered the chamber where lay the body of poor Jemmy Robbin. In
closing the door the light was blown out. He found there was what
seemed to be some other person in the bed, and, supposing him a live
bedfellow, quietly lay down, covered himself with a counterpane, and
soon fell asleep.

About ten o'clock grandfather and I entered the room. We just
glanced at the bed. What seemed to be the corpse lay there, as it
should. Then grandfather sat down in an easy-chair, and I, like a
silly hussy, sat down in his lap.

We were having a nice time, talking about what we would do and how
happy we should be when we went to housekeeping, when, all at once,
I heard a snore. It came from the bed.

"What's that?" said I.

"That?" said grandfather. "Mercy! that was Jemmy Robbin."

We listened nervously, but heard nothing more, and at last concluded
that it was the wind that had startled us. I gave grandfather a
generous kiss, and it calmed his agitation wonderfully.

We grew cheerful, laughed at our fright, and were chatting away
again as briskly as before, when there was a noise in bed. We were
silent in a moment. The counterpane certainly moved. Grandfather's
eyes almost started from his head. The next instant there was a
violent sneeze.

I jumped as if shot. Grandfather seemed petrified. He attempted to
ejaculate something, but was scared by the sound of his own voice.

"Mercy!" says I.

"What was it?" said grandfather.

"Let's go and call Dorothy," said I.

"She would be frightened out of her senses."

"I shall die with fright if I hear anything more," I said, half dead
already with fear.

Just then a figure started up in the bed.

"And wha--and wha--and wha--" mumbled the object, gesticulating.

I sprang for the door, grandfather after me, and, reaching the
bottom of the stairs at one bound, gave vent to my terrors by a
scream, that, for aught I know, could have been heard a mile
distant.

Both of us ran for Dorothy's room. There was a sound of feet and a
loud ejaculation of "Holy Peter! The man is dead!"

"It's comin'," shouted grandfather, and, sure enough,