"Upstairs in the little back bedroom. Smallest room in the house 'tis,
and folks used to say he slept there 'cause he could heat it by his
cussin' instead of a stove. 'Most always cussin', he was--cussin' and
groanin'."

Thankful was silent. Emily said: "Groaning? You mean he groaned when he
was ill?"

"Yes, and when he was well, too. A habit of his, groanin' was. I don't
know why he done it--see himself in the lookin'-glass, maybe; that was
enough to make anybody groan. He'd groan in his sleep--or snore--or
both. He was the noisiest sleeper ever I set up with. Shall we go
upstairs?"

The narrow front stairs creaked as loudly in the daytime as they had
on the previous night, but the long hall on the upper floor was neither
dark nor terrifying. Nevertheless it was with just a suspicion of dread
that Mrs. Barnes approached the large room at the end of the hall and
the small one adjoining it. Her common-sense had returned and she
was naturally brave, but an experience such as hers had been is not
forgotten in a few hours. However, she was determined that no one should
know her feelings; therefore she was the first to enter the little room.

"Here's where Laban bunked," said the captain. "You'd think with all
the big comf'table bedrooms to choose from he wouldn't pick out this
two-by-four, would you? But he did, probably because nobody else would.
He was a contrary old rooster, and odd as Dick's hat-band."

Thankful was listening, although not to their guide's remarks. She was