Mose dropped his torch as we entered, and in the confusion of relighting it, the interior was somewhat slighted.

In any case we unearthed no ha'nt that night; and we finally gave up the search and turned back to the house.
"I suspect," Radnor laughed, "that if the truth were known, old Aunt Sukie's beckoning ha'nt would turn out to be nothing more alarming than a white cow waving her tail." "It's rather suggestive coming on top of the chicken episode," I observed.
"Oh, this won't be the end! We'll have ha'nt served for breakfast, dinner and supper during the rest of your stay.

When the niggers begin to see things they keep it up." When I went upstairs that night, Rad followed close on my heels to see that I had everything I needed.

The room was a huge four windowed affair, furnished with a canopied bed and a mahogany wardrobe as big as a small house.

The nights still being chilly, a roaring wood fire had been built, adding a note of cheerfulness to an otherwise sombre apartment.
"This was Nan's room," he said suddenly.
"Nan's room!" I echoed glancing about the shadowy interior.