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"No, not the ghost," was his terse reply.
That night, however, Celestina was awakened from her dreams by the ring
of a hammer. She rose, and lighting her candle, tip-toed into the
hall. It was one o'clock, and she could see that Willie's bedroom door
was ajar and the bed untouched.
With a little sigh she blew out the flame in her hand and crept back
beneath the shelter of her calico comforter.
She knew the symptoms only too well.
Willie was once again "kitched by an idee!"


CHAPTER III
A NEW ARRIVAL
The new idea, whatever it was, was evidently not one to be hastily
perfected, for the next morning when Celestina went down stairs, she
found the jaded inventor seated moodily in a rocking-chair before the
kitchen stove, his head in his hands.
"Law, Willie, are you up already?" she asked, as if unconscious of his
nocturnal activities.
The reply was a wan smile.
"An' you've got the fire built, too," went on Celestina cheerily. "How
nice!"
"Eh?" repeated he, giving her a vague stare. "The fire?"
"Yes.


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