"I hope that Halloween is not coming here," said Mrs. Miller.
The door suddenly opened with a gust of wind. A tall girl appeared out of breath, and said, "Please, Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Hopgood's very sick. Ma wants to know if you'll let Obed go for the doctor?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Obed, you put the horse into the wagon, and go!"
"Yes," echoed Mr. Miller. "Obed, you go!"
Obed's face was filled with pain and terror. English Eliza saw the expression, and she understood it. Obed stood up, but did not move.
"Why don't you go?" said Mr. Miller, severely.
"It is that night!"
"What?"
"Halloween," he added. "And I'll have to go by the way of the grave-yard."
English Eliza's heart was full. "I'm sorry I said these scary things, marm. Let me go with him, marm. I ain't afraid of anything, marm, and I do not wonder that Obed is afraid after such stories as they tell in this new country, marm."