398 "SEEING is BELIEVING." 



dark." "Not to the libery ! not to-night!" cried Dolly; 

 and she grasped me tightly by the arm. I wanted to go, but 

 did not like opposing the good creature, whose, fears of the 

 haunted room were then, we knew, in the ascendant. 



While I hesitated, who should come to my relief but Caleb, 

 who, bearing, perhaps, in mind his awkward part once in the 

 drama of the cricket, had in this taken hitherto no part at all. 

 " I'll go," said he. " I can inform you, Mrs. Dove, that Mas- 

 ter Francis is perfectly correct; that hanimal is a cockroach 

 order Ooloptery, genius Blatty I'll get the volume ' seeing 

 is believing ' ' and he rose to put his purpose in execution. 

 "But won't it do in the morning?" said Dolly. "You'd 

 better take the candle, at any rate." "Candle!" returned 

 Mr. Caligraph, in his progress towards the door ; " moon's 

 up full this morning nine o'clock, A. M., twenty minutes 

 and, supposing it was dark, I can put my hand on e'er a one 

 of the books in the bookcase. I should think so a man in 

 my capacity Order is admirable." " Well, if go you will, 

 go you must ; but I wouldn't to-night," repeated Dolly, en- 

 treatingly, as Caleb opened the kitchen door, and shut it 

 resolutely behind him. 



Perhaps, however, when it was closed, a restraining some- 

 thing, sprung of Dolly's deprecating words or looks, or of his 

 own fireside musings, made Caleb linger on the threshold, for 

 a minute at least elapsed before we heard his creaking step 

 across the hall, up the stairs, and then along the dark narrow 



