He dropped to the ground, his face in his hands.
"What do you reckon that thah was he brung out in his arms, that time ?" demanded Mr.William Jones, after a time, of a neighbor who met him a little apart.

"Say, you reckon that was _folks_?
Anybody _in_ there?
Anybody over--thah?
Was that a bed--folded up like--'bout like a crib, say?
I'm skeered to go look, somehow." "God knows!" was the reply.

"This here house has had mighty strange goings on of late times.

There was always something strange about it,--something strange about Dunwody too! There ain't no doubt about that.

But I'm skeered, too--him a-settin' thah--" "But _who_ was she, or it, whatever it was?
How come--in--in there?
How long has it been there?
What kind of goings on do you think there has been; in this here place, after all ?" Mr.Jones was not satisfied.