It was like somebody moving a chair.

We held our breath and listened and then came another noise, like some one poking a fire.
Now, you remember there was no one _to_ poke a fire or move a chair downstairs, because Eliza and Father were both out.

They could not have come in without our hearing them, because the front door is as hard to shut as the back one, and whichever you go in by you have to give a slam that you can hear all down the street.
H.O.and Alice and Dora caught hold of each other's blankets and looked at Dicky and Oswald, and every one was quite pale.

And Noel whispered-- 'It's ghosts, I know it is'-- and then we listened again, but there was no more noise.

Presently Dora said in a whisper-- 'Whatever shall we do?
Oh, whatever shall we do--what _shall_ we do ?' And she kept on saying it till we had to tell her to shut up.
O reader, have you ever been playing Red Indians in blankets round a bedroom fire in a house where you thought there was no one but you--and then suddenly heard a noise like a chair, and a fire being poked, downstairs?
Unless you have you will not be able to imagine at all what it feels like.