"You kin look in ev'ry room in de house--castle, I means--'cept in des dat one.
Orn'estan me?
_Des dat one!_ But ef yo' looks in _dar_,--Gawd he'p you.
I gwine cut yo' haid off," and the fearful sword whizzed threateningly through the air.

"Fyarwell--fyarwell." "Farewell, my lord," said Mrs.Cary, and then in a whisper, as Blue Beard stalked away to hide behind a tree.

"What _do_ we do now?
_Quick_!" "Now I come in," cried Virgie.

"I'm 'Sister Anne' that looks for the horseman in the cloud of dust." And jumping up, the child managed to change the tones of her voice in a surprising manner.
"Good morning, fair sister.

Blue Beard has gone away, and now we can look in his secret room." "No, Sister Anne, No! I dare not," and Mrs.Fatima shrank back full of fear from the imaginary door.