"Bose—Bose—don't touch!" cried his mistress, and bending over it with beating heart, she turned as red as fire. There was as handsome a capital S as any one could wish to see.
A great knock came suddenly at the door. Bose growled, and the widow screamed and snatched up the apple-peel.
"It's Mr. T.—it's his spirit come back again, because I tried that silly trick," she thought fearfully to herself.
Another knock—louder than the first, and a man's voice exclaimed:
"Hello—the house!"
"Who is it?" asked the widow, somewhat relieved to find that the departed Levi was still safe in his grave on the hillside.
"A stranger," said the voice.
"What do you want?"
"To get a lodging here for the night."
The widow deliberated.