After dinner, the author lay down upon the parlor sofa to take a nap, as is his custom in the afternoon.  Esther came into the room for a newspaper.  He watched her very closely, keeping one eye open and the one next her shut, so that she would think he was asleep.  While watching her intently to see that she did not throw anything herself, a large glass paper weight, weighing fully a pound, came whizzing through the air from the far corner of the room, where it had been on a shelf, a distance of fully fifteen feet from the sofa.  Fortunately for the author, instead of striking his head, which was evidently the intention of the ghost who threw it, it struck the arm of the sofa with great force, rebounding to a chair, upon which it remained after it had spun around for a second or two.  Being very anxious to witness the manifestations, he requested Esther to remain in the room, which she did.  After seating herself in the rocking chair, little George came into the room, when she placed the little fellow on her lap and sang to him.  As the author lay there watching her, one of the child’s copper-toed shoes was taken off by a ghost and thrown at him with great force, striking his head.  The place struck was very sore for three or four days.  The balance of the day passed quietly away.  Evening came, and the author had a good night’s rest in the haunted house of which he had heard so much.  The next day being Sunday, everything was peaceful in the cottage, though why the ghosts should respect the Sabbath the author has never been able to ascertain; however they always remain quiet on that day.  On Monday morning the ghosts commenced their mad pranks again, and seemed ready for anything.  At breakfast, the lid of the stone-china sugar bowl disappeared from the table, and, in about ten minutes, fell from the ceiling.  After breakfast; over went the table; then the chairs all fell over, and several large mats were pitched about the room.  The author immediately left the room and went into the parlor, when, to his astonishment, a flower pot containing a large plant in full bloom was taken from its place in the bay window and set down in the middle of the room and a large tin can filled with water was brought from the kitchen and placed beside it.  During the afternoon a large inkstand and two empty bottles were thrown at him.  The ghosts also undressed little George, and, as if to make a final climax to the day’s performance, Bob, the head ghost, started a small bon-fire up stairs, and he and the other ghosts piled all the chairs in the parlor one on top of the other, until they made a pile about six feet in height, when, as if in sport, they pulled out those underneath, letting all the others fall to the floor with a crash.