. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . ed, thesage bed, and the pepper bed, and the dried apples and red peppers, and soldthem to get money for the church and her clothes. She ground the red pep-pers in the garret, and to keep the pepper dust from burning out her eyes, sheused a calash, which was a great bonnet, with whalebone ribs, that stood up fromthe head all around as though it were hung on the air, and over the calash shewore a long green veil. She put over her body a long white night-gown; andwhen we went up to the top of the garret stairs to se
. Zigzag journeys in the White city. With visits to the neighboring metropolis . ed, thesage bed, and the pepper bed, and the dried apples and red peppers, and soldthem to get money for the church and her clothes. She ground the red pep-pers in the garret, and to keep the pepper dust from burning out her eyes, sheused a calash, which was a great bonnet, with whalebone ribs, that stood up fromthe head all around as though it were hung on the air, and over the calash shewore a long green veil. She put over her body a long white night-gown; andwhen we went up to the top of the garret stairs to see her pound, she lookedkind of awful and scary, like a picture in the old Pilgrims Progress. When Iheard that she had come back to haunt the old herb-room in the garret, and Ipictured in my mind how she used to look, it fairly made my flesh creep. Ofall ghosts I would nt have liked to see old Rachel with her calash like ashays top and her pound, pound, pound. She used to punish me whenI was a boy by snapping her thumb and finger on the top of my head. I $&. J .fy. OJ Qg j. THE LAST SONG OF THE ROBIN, 41 remember it all as though it were yesterday. I once went up to the herb-roomto get some — Not herbs, my good friend, said Susan. No; some preserves or cake. They used to keep the goodies there, andI had been going there pretty often in a quiet way, when I felt, just as I wasbending over the marmalade-jar, a snap on the top of my head; and I looked■up suddenly, and there was the most awful sight that I ever saw, — old Rachaelherself, in her white nightgown, calash, and all. I scooted after the first glance,and rolled over and over down the first flight of stairs, and leaped down the■second. No barn or chimney swift could have gone quicker. I didnt sleepmuch for a long time after that, and I never dared to tell the story, because Iwas at the marmalade-jar when she appeared. I never told it to anybody untilafter I went away. I used to lay awake until morning, and when I hea
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