Two or three times when McQueen and John were to play cribbage, John would fetch home two or three bottles of bevo with him and they would sit sipping all evening.
I think he was drinking bevo by himself, too, though I could never be sure of it.

At any rate he often seemed queer and restless in the evenings, and instead of staying in his den he would wander all over the house.

Once we heard him--I mean Mother and I and two lady friends who were with us that evening--quite late (after ten o'clock) apparently moving about in the pantry.

"John," I called, "is that you ?" "Yes, Minn," he answered, quietly enough, I admit.

"What are you doing there ?" I asked.