Terry; Or, She ought to have been a Boy

by Rosa M. Gilbert

"I think it would be great fun to go up and see what they're like," said Turly.

"Some of them are servants' bedrooms," said Terry. "But there are other parts besides, I know."

"Do come up and see, Terry."

"There might be a ghost."

"If there is, I'll soon knock him on the head," said Turly. "I'll take the poker with me."

"Oh, you silly! The poker would pass through him. They have no bodies."

"Then they couldn't hurt us," said Turly, "so who cares? But there might be rats, so I'll just take the poker with me."

"I don't like rats," said Terry; "and mind, Turly, it's you this time, if anything goes wrong."

"Now, I hope you're not going to turn into a common girl, Terry," said Turly. "You used to be such a brick."

All this made Terry feel that she couldn't possibly be going wrong to-day. Turly was always said to be good, and he was reproaching her with too much goodness. They might just go up the stair and take a look around. There couldn't be any harm in it.