Why does my father hate it so ?" "'Deed I cannot say, but it's certain he does hate it." "Help me down, Barry, and fasten the horses.

Where do we go in ?" "Faith, that's the puzzle.

When I came before I got in by yon window." She laughed as she looked up.
"You'll have to go the same way again," said she, "and I'll wait here till you open the door for me." I was in for the venture now! When I looked for the ladder, though, it was not to be seen.

But the thick creeper beside the door served the purpose, and by dint of clambering I reached the porch-top in safety.
To my relief, I found that, though the window was mended, it was not bolted, and that I could lift it without breaking a new pane of glass.
I confess, in spite of the bright daylight, it gave me a turn to find myself once more in that fatal room, and recall the terrors of the night when I saw it last.

As quickly as possible I left it, and descended the stairs to the hall.
Here a strange perplexity arose.