. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . ose slowly. It was me who got into the house by the window. You ? Yes — I must confess — I run away and went to the town to the did — I must confess — true as preachin. You ? Yes. Oh, Peter, lets go home. What two dreadful-looking objects we are !I aint afraid of ghosts. And I aint afraid of no robbers, nor no such. What a time weve madeof it! — and the folks will all laugh at us too. Lets go home. Thats theplace for us, true as preachin. The Robber and Ghost, two spectral figures, departed, with a grea
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . ose slowly. It was me who got into the house by the window. You ? Yes — I must confess — I run away and went to the town to the did — I must confess — true as preachin. You ? Yes. Oh, Peter, lets go home. What two dreadful-looking objects we are !I aint afraid of ghosts. And I aint afraid of no robbers, nor no such. What a time weve madeof it! — and the folks will all laugh at us too. Lets go home. Thats theplace for us, true as preachin. The Robber and Ghost, two spectral figures, departed, with a great sense ofrelief, but with many reserved opinions. Peter never received the present ofthe bountiful bag, but neither ghosts nor robbers were ever known to troublethe Royall house again. It became a very quiet place, and Peter Fayerweathersettled down there to his pastoral and domestic duties, and really fulfilled AuntPrudences hopes of him, his thrifty farming doing real credit to the beautifuland historic Mount Hope 1 Originally published in Harpers MANUFACTURES BUILDING. CHAPTER XII. THE FOLK-LORE MEETINGS AT THE ART PALACE.
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