He slipped into the house as noiselessly as his four soft feet could carry him.
Maria, going through the dark upper hall, with a candle held high above her head and Lloyd clinging to her skirts, did not see a tasselled tail swinging along in front of her.

It disappeared under the big bed when she led Lloyd into the room next the old Colonel's.
The child felt very sober while she was being put to bed.
The furniture was heavy and dark.

An ugly portrait of a cross old man in a wig frowned at her from over the mantel.

The dancing firelight made his eyes frightfully lifelike.
The bed was so high she had to climb on a chair to get in.

She heard Maria's heavy feet go shuffling down the stairs.