After reading a while, I began to look at the queer old things in
the garret.  Pussy began to purr louder and louder, and at last I
fell again into the same dreamy sleep that I was in at first. 

Presently I heard the same confused sound which I heard before when
the old tenants of the garret began to speak.  There seemed also to
be a slight motion among them, and a sort of mysterious appearance
came over the whole apartment, as if they were all living, though
very shadowy beings.  Presently I heard the creak of the curling
tongs, and he uttered these words:--

"I think we have all been wronged by our friend the wig; he approved
of our all relating our own histories, and promised that, after we
had done so, he would give us his, frankly and truly, as we have
done; instead of that he, as well as the rest of us, fell asleep
when our friend spinning wheel related her story; and, when we all
waked up, he did not fulfil his promise.  I move that he be requested
now to give us a faithful account of his whole life, till he was
consigned with us to this dark, gloomy old place.  I probably have
been more intimately acquainted with him than any one present; for