“We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. My Mom inherited our
house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could
have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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