The house is heated with
stoves in the winter time. There is a register right
through the floor of the spare bedroom and the
ceiling of the sitting room. Not the kind of a
register that comes from a twisted-around shaft in
a house that uses furnace heat. But jest really a
hole in the floor, with a cast-iron grating, to let
the heat from the room below into the one above.
She says she guesses two people that wasn't so
very honourable might sneak into the house the
back way, and up the back stairs, and into the spare
bedroom, and lay down on their stummicks on the
floor, being careful to make no noise, and both see
and hear through that register. Which we done it.
CHAPTER XXIV
I could hear well enough, but at first I couldn't
see any of them. But I gathered that Miss
Lucy was standing up whilst she was talking,
and moving around a bit now and then. I seen one
of her sleeves, and then a wisp of her hair. Which
was aggervating, fur I wanted to know what she
was like. But her voice was so soft and quiet that
you kind of knowed before you seen her how she
orter look.
"Prentiss McMakin came to me that day," she
was saying, "with an appeal--I hardly know how
to tell you." She broke off.
"Go ahead, Lucy," says Colonel Tom's voice.
"He was insulting," she said.
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