THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. 133

And so Jill went out to the carryall, first thing; but I
went over to the saloon before supper, and I took the yellow
cat and the baker’s boy before supper, besides Miss Tog
standing on her head. I didn’t like her much for being
there, because Aunt John had to pay so much attention
to her.

So we had an O. K. time till we went to bed.

They talked about the comet too, at supper, but I did n’t
mind; and Miss Togy said she’d been nervous about it all
day ; but Jill said women always were.

At last we went to bed in the little chimney bedroom. We
went early ; it was dark early, Aunt John said from a storm
somewhere about; and we ’d been in the cars all day.

That little chimney bedroom is the funniest place you ever
slept in. I never slept in one so funny, unless it was the
night we had missionaries, and I slept under the attic stairs,
and the mouse ran up my shirt-sleeve. There’d been a
chimney once, and it ran up by the window, and grandfather
had it taken away. It was a big, old, o/d-fashioned chimney,
and it left the funniest little gouge in the room. So the bed
went in as nice as could be. We could n’t see much but the
ceiling when we got to bed.

“It’s pretty dark,” said Jill. “I should n’t wonder if it
did blow up alittle. Would n’t it scare — Miss — Bogy !”

“ Togy,” said I.

“ Well, To—” said Jill; and right in the middle of it he
went off as sound as a weasel.