CHAPTER XIV
“I AND MYSELF.”
Kitty stopped and looked around, for she heard a muttering as of two people talking confidentially together.
Yes, there were two figures in front of her, standing with their arms round each other’s necks. They were so like that Kitty felt sure they were twins. They had satisfied round eyes and big faces and double chins, and wore steeple-crowned hats, tilted on one side, which gave them a jaunty look.
All at once Kitty started back, for she perceived that one of the figures was solid and the other quite transparent; through it she could see the tree against which it leaned.
“Why—who—who—what is that?” she gasped nervously.
“That is Myself,” said the opaque one, rolling his eyes with an affectionate grin in the direction of his comrade, who rolled his pale round eyes and grinned a ghostly grin in answer.
“Then who are you?” asked Kitty timidly.
“I—why, I am I,” he answered rather sullenly.
“That’s what we are—Myself and I,” said a voice hard and thin like a spectral rattle, which Kitty perceived emanated from the vapory figure.