"I should think you was! Is my hair coming down, or what is it?"

He didn't answer for a minute, but he looked over her head and then
away acrost the room, as if he was watching something that moved. "Your
husband was a short, kind of fleshy man, as I remember, wa'n't he?" says
he, absent-minded like.

"Course he was. But what in the world--"

"'Twa'n't him, then. I thought not."

"HIM? My husband? What DO you mean?"

And then Asaph begun to put on the fine touches. He leaned acrost the
table and says he, in a sort of mysterious whisper: "Mrs. Badger," says
he, "do you ever see things? Not common things, but strange--shadders
like?"

"Mercy me!" says the widow. "No. Do YOU?"

"Sometimes seems's if I did. Jest now, as I set here looking at you, it
seemed as if I saw a man come up and put his hand on your shoulder."

Well, you can imagine Debby. She jumped out of her chair and whirled
around like a kitten in a fit. "Good land!" she hollers. "Where? What?
Who was it?"

"I don't know who 'twas. His face was covered up; but it kind of come to
me--a communication, as you might say--that some day that man was going
to marry you."