But the negro's teeth were chattering and the whites of his eyes rolling, in fearful contrast with the darkness of his skin.
"Open the other door and let me out. I want to go into that house," repeated Mrs. Grey, a little impatiently.
"Dat dere house? Oh, laws-a-messy! Bress my soul, missy, you don't want to go in dat house! Dat's de haunted house! And oh, law, dere's de corpse lights a-burnin' in dere now!" gasped the negro, shudderingly, pointing to the dimly-lighted windows under the porch.
"You blockhead, those are the tapers in my friend's sickroom! Open the other door, I tell you!" said Mrs. Grey, angrily.
"'Deed—'deed—'deed, missy, you must scuse ole nigger like me! I dussint do it, missy! I dussint go on t'other side ob de carriage nex' to de ghoses at no price!" said the negro, with chattering teeth.
Mary Grey turned and tried to open the other door for herself, but found it impossible, and then turned again and said:
"Well, stand out of my way then, you idiot, and let me out of this door!"
The negro gave way, and she got out of the carriage into the middle of the dusty road.