The Furniture that went Mad
back and impelled her and Hall out of the room. The door slammed violently and was locked. The chair and bed seemed to be executing a dance of triumph for a moment, and then abruptly everything was still.
Mrs. Hall was left almost in a fainting condition in Mr. Hall's arms on the landing. It was with the greatest difficulty that Mr. Hall and Millie, who had been roused by her scream of alarm, succeeded in getting her downstairs, and applying the restoratives customary in these cases.
"'Tas sperits," said Mrs. Hall. "I know 'tas sperits. I 've read in papers of en. Tables and chairs leaping and dancing!—"
"Take a drop more, Janny," said Hall. "'T will steady ye."
"Lock him out," said Mrs. Hall. "Don't let him come in again. I half guessed—I might ha' known. With them goggling eyes and bandaged head, and never going to church of a Sunday. And all they bottles—more 'n it 's right for any one to have. He 's put the sperits into the furniture.—My good old furniture! 'T was in that very chair my poor dear
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