CHAPTER XIII
THE CHRISTMAS CANDLE
uddenly there was a sound,—a dull reverberating sound. It seemed to Miss Terry to come from neither north, south, east, nor west, but from a different world. Ah! She recognized it now. It was somebody knocking on the library door.
Miss Terry gave a long sigh and drew herself up in her chair. "It must be Norah just come back," she said to herself. "I had forgotten Norah completely. It must be shockingly late. Come in," she called, as she glanced at the clock.
She rubbed her eyes and looked again. A few minutes after nine! She had thought it must be midnight!
Norah entered to find her mistress staring at the mantel where the clock stood. She saw lying beside the clock the pink Angel which had fallen from the box as she brought it in,—the box now empty by the fire.
"Law, Miss," she said, "have you burned them all up but him? I'm glad you saved him, he's so pretty."
"Norah," said Miss Terry with an effort, "is that clock right?"