Tom pressed his fingers on his forehead an anxious minute, and then said:
"I've got it now! I've got it now! It blowed the candle!"
"Mercy on us! Go on, Tom—go on!"
TOM TRIES TO REMEMBER.
"And it seems to me that you said, 'Why I believe that that door—'"
"Go on, Tom!"
"Just let me study a moment—just a moment. Oh, yes—you said you believed the door was open."
"As I'm a sitting here, I did! Didn't I, Mary! Go on!"
"And then—and then—well I won't be certain, but it seems like as if you made Sid go and—and—"
"Well? Well? What did I make him do, Tom? What did I make him do?"
"You made him—you—O, you made him shut it."
"Well for the land's sake! I never heard the beat of that in all my days! Don't tell me there ain't anything in dreams, any more. Sereny Harper shall know of this before I'm an hour older. I'd like to see her get around this with her rubbage 'bout superstition. Go on, Tom!"
"Oh, it's all getting just as bright as day, now. Next you said I warn't bad only mischeevous and harum-scarum, and not any more responsible than—than—I think it was a colt, or something."
