“Well,” continued Lulie, “that was enough, of course.  And the next day, last Thursday, Zacheus said Ras Beebe told him that Ophelia—­ that’s his sister, you know—­told him that Abel Harding told her that his wife said that Marietta Hoag told her—­I hope I’ve got all the ‘hims’ and ‘hers’ straight—­that Cap’n Jeth Hallett was going to have another seance down at the light pretty soon.  Marietta said that father felt he needed help from ‘over the river’. . . .  What is it, Mr. Bangs?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.  For a moment I did not get the—­ah—­ allusion, the ‘over the river,’ you know.  I comprehend now, the—­ ah—­Styx; yes.”

But now Martha looked puzzled.

“Sticks!” she repeated.  “Lulie didn’t say anything about sticks.  Neither did Cap’n Jethro.  Spirits he was talkin’ about.”

“Yes, I know.  Certainly, quite so.  The shades beyond the Styx.”

“Shades?  Sticks!  For mercy’s sakes, Mr. Bangs—!”

Lulie laughed aloud.  “He means the River Styx, Martha,” she explained.  “Don’t you know?  The river of the dead, that the ancients believed in, where Charon rowed the ferry.”

And now Martha laughed.  “My goodness gracious me!” she cried.  “Yes, yes, of course.  I’ve read about it, but it was a long while ago.  Mr. Bangs, I’m dreadfully ignorant, I realize it about once every ten minutes when I’m with you.  Perhaps I’ve got a little excuse this time.  I’ve been figurin’ I must buy new curtains for the dinin’ room.  I was thinkin’ about it all this forenoon.  And when you began to talk about shades and sticks, I—­ Mercy me!  I am funny, I declare!”

She laughed again and Lulie and Galusha joined her.  They were still laughing when the dining room door opened.  Mr. Bloomer’s substantial if not elegant form appeared.

“Ain’t buttin’ in, be I?” inquired Zach.  “I knew you was over here, Lulie, so I stopped to tell you the news.  It’s all settled.”

“Settled?” Lulie and Martha repeated the word together.  Zach nodded, portentously.

“Um-hm,” he declared.  “Settled’s the word.  The whistle’s piped to quarters.  All hands, alow and aloft, are ordered to report on board the good ship Gould’s Bluffs Lighthouse, Cap’n Jethro Hallet commandin’, on Friday next, the—­er—­I-forget-what of this month, at seven bells in the—­”

“Zach!  Zach!” broke in Lulie.  “Stop it!  What are you talking about?”

“Talkin’ about what I’m tryin’ to tell you,” said Zacheus, who seemed, for him, a good deal disturbed.  “All able believers, fo’mast hands, and roustabouts and all full-rated ghosts, spooks, sperits and Chinee controls are ordered to get together in the parlor next Saturday night and turn loose and raise-whatever ’tis they raise.  Signed, Marietta Hoag, Admiral, and Cap’n Jethro Hallett, Skipper.  There, by Godfreys!  Now if you don’t know ‘tain’t my fault, is it?  Yes, sir, there’s goin’ to be another one of them fool sea-ants, or whatever ’tis they call ’em, over to the house next Friday night.  And I think it’s a darn shame, if you want to know what I think.  And just as you and me, Lulie, was hopin’ the old man was gettin’ so he’d forgot Marietta and all her crew.  A healthy note, by Godfreys, ain’t it now!”