questions," she concluded at last
sententiously. "Little boys that ask too many questions get sent to
bed."

I knew that of old, and rather wondered at my own hardihood.

Aunt Lois wound on in silence; but, looking in her face, I could see
plainly that I had started an exciting topic.

"I should think," pursued my grandmother in her corner, "that Ruth's
case might show you, Lois, that a good many things may happen,--more
than you believe."

"Oh, well, mother! Ruth's was a strange case; but I suppose there are
ways of accounting for it."

"You believed Ruth, didn't you?"

"Oh, certainly, I believed Ruth! Why shouldn't I? Ruth was one of my
best friends, and as true a girl as lives: there wasn't any nonsense
about Ruth. She was one of the sort," said Aunt Lois reflectively, "that
I'd as soon trust as myself: when she said a thing was so and so, I knew
it was so."

"Then, if you think Ruth's story was true," pursued my grandmother,
"what's the reason you are always cavilling at things just 'cause you
can't understand how they came to be so?"

Aunt Lois set her lips firmly, and wound with grim resolve. She was the
very impersonation of that obstinate rationalism that grew up at the
New-England fireside, close alongside of the most undoubting faith in
the supernatural.

"I don't believe such things," at last she snapped out, "and I don't
disbelieve them. I just let 'em alone. What do I know about 'em? Ruth
tells me a story; and I believe her. I know what she saw beforehand,
came true in a most remarkable way. Well, I'm sure I've no objection.
One thing may be true, or another, for all me; but, just because I
believe Ruth Sullivan, I'm not going to believe, right and left, all the
stories in Cotton Mather, and all that anybody can hawk up to tell. Not
I."

This whole conversation made me all the more curious to get at the story
thus dimly indicated; and so we beset Sam for information.

"So your Aunt Lois wouldn't tell ye nothin'," said Sam. "Wanter know,
neow! sho!"

"No: she said we must go to bed if we asked her."

"That 'are's a way folks has; but, ye see, boys," said Sam, while a
droll confidential expression crossed the lack-lustre dolefulness of
his visage, "ye see, I put ye up to it, 'cause Miss Lois is so large and
commandin' in her ways, and so kind o' up and down in all her doin's,
that I like once and a while to sort o' gravel her; and I knowed enough
to know that that 'are question would git her