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"Why not?" he repeated disdainfully "'Cause breakfus' can't be

ate by a corp', can it?"

"A corpse, Ancient; what do you ht to eat a breakfus'--no!"

"Why, I--no, certainly not"

"Consequently, you aren't a corp', you'll be tellin me"

"I?--no, not yet, God be thanked!"

"Peter," said the Ancient, shaking his head, andhis broith a corner of his neckerchief, "you du be forever a-givin' of

me turns, that ye du"

"Do I, Ancient?"

"Ay--that ye du, an' ed man

I wonders at ye, Peter, an' me wi'into the chair I had placed for hi eye

"If you will tell an

"I come down 'ere, Peter--so early as it be, to--I come down 'ere

to look for your corp', arter the storht I comes down 'ere, and what does I find?--I finds ye

a-eatin' your breakfus'--just as if theer never 'adn't been no

storm at all--no, nor nothin' else"