Very likely, but scarcely of the kind contemplated by Zebedee Fuller.
Thenceforward, for several days, the tide of human events rolled onward peacefully enough for the people of Ogleport.
George Brayton learned, without a tremor of dissatisfaction, the adverse decision of Mrs. Dr. Dryer. She had never smiled so sweetly or exhibited her false teeth to such entire perfection as when she recommended him to Mrs. Wood’s.
If Effie herself would have been better pleased with the idea of such excellent company in the house, she at least said nothing about it. Her only remark on the subject was:
“But, Mr. Brayton, somebody ought to warn you. Are you afraid of ghosts?”
“Not much. Why?”
“Why, the Wood’s mansion is said to be haunted. The ghosts never come in pleasant weather, but the first frost brings them back again.”
“Spend their summers at the watering-places, do they?” said Brayton. “Very fashionable ghosts, I should say, these!”
“Very, only they have sometimes scared away boarders for Mrs. Wood.”
“Tell you what I’ll do if they trouble me,” said Brayton.