"Perhaps you was dramin' Hannah," said Tim, "more by token, it's time we was both doin' that same, so I'll bid you good-night."
"Come again soon, Tim," said Hannah, preparing to close the door.
A new plan of entrance flashed upon Ben.
He quickly put on his shoes and stockings, unfolded the sheet and prepared to enact the part of a ghost once more,--this time for the special benefit of Hannah.
After fully attiring himself he came to the back door which Hannah had already locked, and tapped three times.
Hannah was engaged in raking out the kitchen fire.
"Sure it's Tim come back," thought she, as she went to the door. "Perhaps he's forgotten something."
She opened the door unsuspiciously, fully expecting to see her Irish cousin standing before her.
What was her terror on beholding a white-robed figure, with extended arms.
"Howly virgin, defend me!" she exclaimed, in paralyzing terror, which was increased by a guttural sound which proceeded from the throat of the ghost, who at the same time waved his arms aloft, and made a step towards Hannah.
Hannah, with a wild howl dropped the lamp and fed towards the sitting-room, where 'Squire Newcome was still sitting.
Ben sped upstairs at the top of his speed, dashed into his own chamber, spread the sheet on the bed, and undressed so rapidly that he seemed only to shake his clothes off, and jumped into bed. He closed his eyes and appeared to be in a profound slumber.
Hannah's sudden appearance in the sitting-room in such a state naturally astonished the 'Squire.
"What's the matter?" he demanded of the affrighted servant.
"Oh, sir," she gasped, "I'm almost kilt entirely."
"Are you?" said the 'Squire, "you appear to be more frightened than hurt."
"Yes, sir, shure I am frightened, which indeed I couldn't help it, sir, for I never saw a ghost before in all my life."
"A ghost! What nonsense are you talking, Hannah?"
"Shure it's not nonsense, for it's just now that the ghost came to the door, sir, and knocked, and I went to the door thinking it might be me cousin, who's been passing the evening with me, when I saw a great white ghost, ten foot tall, standing forninst me."
"Ten feet tall?"
"Yes, sir, and he spread out his arms and spoke in a terrible voice, and was going to carry me off wid him, but I dropped the lamp, and O sir, I'm kilt entirely."
"This is a strange story," said 'Squire Newcome, rather suspiciously; "I hope you have not been drinking."
Hannah protested vehemently that not a drop of liquor had passed her lips, which was true.
"I'll go out and hunt for the ghost," said the 'Squire.
"Oh, don't sir. He'll carry you off," said Hannah, terrified.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the 'Squire. "Follow me, or you may stay here if you are frightened."
This Hannah would by no means do, since the 'Squire had taken the lamp and she would be left in the dark.
Accordingly she followed him with a trembling step, as he penetrated through the kitchen into the back room, ready to run at the least alarm.
The back-door was wide open, but nothing was to be seen of the ghost.
"Perhaps the ghost's up-stairs," said Hannah, "I can't sleep up there this night, shure."
But something had attracted Squire Newcome's attention. It was quite muddy out of doors, and Ben had tracked in considerable mud with him. The footprints were very perceptible on the painted floor.
"The ghost seems to have had muddy shoes," said the 'Squire dryly; "I guess I can find him."
He followed the tracks which witnessed so strongly against Ben, to whose chamber they led.
Ben, though still awake, appeared to be in a profound slumber.
"Ben-ja-min!" said his father, stooping over the bed.
There was no answer.
"Ben-ja-min!" repeated his father, giving him a shake, "what does all this mean?"
"What?" inquired Ben, opening his eyes, and looking very innocent.
"Where have you been, to-night?"
"You sent me to bed," said Ben, "and I came."
But the 'Squire was not to be deceived. He was already in possession of too much information to be put off. So Ben, who with all his love of mischief was a boy of truth, finally owned up everything. His father said very little, but told him the next morning that he had made up his mind to send him to a military boarding-school, where the discipline was very strict. Ben hardly knew whether to he glad or sorry, but finally, as boys like change and variety, came to look upon his new prospects with considerable cheerfulness.
