CHAPTER VI.
A WITCH-FRIGHT.
Patty had forgotten all about her deep mortification, and never even thought of Deacon Turner, the tithing-man.
"Hark!" whispered she to Mary, "don't you hear 'em walking on the roof of the house?"
"Hear what?" said Mary, sternly.
"Those things Siller calls creeturs—on broomsticks," returned Patty.
"Nonsense; go to sleep, child."
Mary was too well instructed to be really afraid of witches; still she lay awake an hour or two thinking over what Siller had said, and hearing her cough drearily in the next chamber. Little Patty was sleeping sweetly, but Mary's nerves were quivering, she did not know why, and
"All things were full of horror and affright,
And dreadful even the silence of the night."