Come, Bart--go right up to bed now.
It's high time--ayes!" "I want to wait 'til Uncle Peabody comes back," said I.
"Why ?" "I--I'm afraid she'll do somethin' to him." "Nonsense! Ol' Kate is just as harmless as a kitten.

You take your candle and go right up to bed--this minute--ayes!" I went up-stairs with the candle and undressed very slowly and thoughtfully while I listened for the footsteps of my uncle.

I did not get into bed until I heard him come in and blow out his lantern and start up the stairway.

As he undressed he told me how for many years the strange woman had been roving in the roads "up hill and down dale, thousands an' thousands o' miles," and never reaching the end of her journey.
In a moment we heard a low wail above the sound of the breeze that shook the leaves of the old "popple" tree above our roof.
"What's that ?" I whispered.
"I guess it's ol' Kate ravin'," said Uncle Peabody.
It touched my heart and I lay listening for a time but heard only the loud whisper of the popple leaves..