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"We'd drive a thriving business, mamma, I assure you," said Clara, as

she sat down on a low stool at the hearth and began to toast the bread.

"I trust in heaven that it will never come to that with you, my dear!"

"Why? Why, mamma? Why should I not taste of toil and care as well as

others a thousand times better than myself? Why should not I work as

well as you and Traverse, mamma? I stand upon the broad platform of

human rights, and I say I have just as good a right to work as others!"

said Clara, with a pretty assumption of obstinacy, as she placed the

plate of toast upon the board.

"Doubtless, dear Clara, you may play at work just as much as you

please; but heaven forbid you should ever have to work at work!"

replied Mrs. Rocke as she placed the coffee pot and the dish of broiled

chicken on the table.

"Why, mamma, I do not think that is a good prayer at all! That is a

wicked, proud prayer, Mrs. Marah Rocke! Why shouldn't your daughter

really toil as well as other people's daughters, I'd like to be

informed?" said Clara, mockingly, as they both took their seats at the

table.

"I think, dear Clara, that you must have contracted some of your

eccentric little friend Capitola's ways, from putting on her habit! I

never before saw you in such gay spirits!" said Mrs. Rocke, as she

poured out the coffee.

"Oh, mamma; it is but the glad rebound of the freed bird! I am so glad

to have escaped from that dark prison of the Hidden House and to be

here with you. But tell me, mamma, is my old home occupied?"

"No, my dear; no tenant has been found for it. The property is in the

hands of an agent to let, but the house remains quite vacant and

deserted."

"Why is that?" asked Clara.

"Why, my love, for the strangest reason! The foolish country people say

that since the doctor's death the place has been haunted!"

"Haunted!"

"Yes, my dear, so the foolish people say, and they get wiser ones to

believe them."

"What exactly do they say? I hope--I hope they do not trifle with my

dear father's honored name and memory?"

"Oh, no, my darling! no! but they say that although the house is quite

empty and deserted by the living strange sights and sounds are heard

and seen by passers-by at night. Lights appear at the upper windows

from which pale faces look out."