They started again for the cellar stairs. When they had reached the furnace, a sudden gust of wind blew out the candle. In a far corner of the cellar something rattled. Aunt Esmerelda started to run, and Hortense ran after her. A faint light from the kitchen shone on the head of the cellar stairs. Aunt Esmerelda hurried up the stairs, panting, with Hortense at her heels. At the top Aunt Esmerelda slammed and bolted the door; then she sank into a chair and mopped her perspiring face. "Do you think it was the 'ha'nt'?" Hortense asked much excited. "Don' speak to me 'bout no ha'nt!" exclaimed Aunt Esmerelda angrily. "Yo' sho' scaihs me. Run along and git ready fo' dinnah." Though Hortense lingered, Aunt Esmerelda would not say another word, and finally Hortense went to change her dress. CHAPTER III "_They could hear the soft pat-pat of padded feet in the hall._" Dinner was served in the large dining room. Friendly clusters of candles stood on the round mahogany table and made little pools of light on its bright surface. Mary waited on them. "I wonder what's the matter with Aunt Esmerelda to-night," said Grandpa after the soup. "These potatoes aren't done, and the roast is burned." "I think she was frightened at something in the cellar," said Hortense. "What's that?" Grandpa questioned, and Hortense told him of the noise and the candle going out. "A rat probably," said Grandpa. "Weren't you frightened?" "A little," Hortense replied truthfully, "but I think it was because Aunt Esmerelda was so afraid." Grandpa looked at her, smiling under his bushy eyebrows. "Would you go down to the storeroom and get me an apple if I gave you something nice for your own?" he asked. "Don't, Keith," said Grandma sharply. "You'll frighten the child." "I don't want her to be afraid in the dark," said Grandpa. "This is a big house and much of it is dark." Hortense was silent, thinking. "I'll go," she said. "Good," said Grandpa. "Bring me a plateful of northern spies." Hortense arose from the table and walked to the door. As she went out, she heard Grandmother say, "You'll frighten the child----" The rest she didn't hear. In the kitchen Hortense found Aunt Esmerelda seated in her chair, gazing gloomily at the kitchen range. "May I have a candle, Aunt Esmerelda?" Hortense asked. "What fo' yo' wants a candle?" Aunt Esmerelda demanded. "I'm going to the storeroom to get Grandpa some apples," said Hortense. Aunt Esmerelda stared at her without speaking for some moments. "All by yo'se'f'?" she demanded at last. "All by myself," said Hortense. Aunt Esmerelda shook her head and muttered, but rising, found a candle and lighted it. "Ef yo' say yo' prayahs, mebbe nothin'll git yo'," she said ominously. It was black as a hat in the basement, and little shivers ran up and down Hortense's spine, but she ran quickly to the storeroom and filled her plate with apples from the big barrel.