good. You're only a little nervous. Mary's sickness has disturbed
you."

Joe looked cautiously under the bedclothes, as he lifted them up
still farther, and peered beneath.

"You know there's nothing in your bed, see!"

And Mrs. Morgan threw with a single jerk all the clothes upon the
floor.

"There now! look for yourself. Now shut your eyes," she continued
as she spread the sheet and quilt over him after his head was on
the pillow. "Shut them tight and keep them so until I boil the
water and make a cup of coffee You know as well as I do that it's
nothing but fancy."

Morgan closed his eyes firmly, and drew the clothes over his head.

"I'll be back in a few minutes" said his wife going hurriedly to
the door. Ere leaving, however she partly turned her head and
glanced back. There sat her husband upright and staring fearfully.

"Don't Fanny! don't go away!" he cried in a frightened voice.

Joe! Joe! why will you be so foolish? It's nothing but
imagination. Now do lie down and shut your eyes. Keep them shut.
There now.

And she laid a hand over his eyes and pressed it down tightly.