"If she could only come back and be of some use again!" sighed Lindsay. "She ought to know every secret of this house."
"I wish we could make her speak and tell us," said Cicely.
At that moment a distant door banged, and a great gust of wind blew along the gallery. Cicely started violently.
"Lindsay, did you see?" she exclaimed. "The picture moved in its frame!"
"Nonsense! How could it?" said Lindsay, who had been looking the other way.
"I tell you it did!"
"You must have imagined it."
It certainly seemed rather improbable. The portraits were all firmly fixed in the panelled walls, and no breath of air could be expected to penetrate behind them.
"It's almost as if she were alive," continued Cicely, "and just when we were wishing she could talk! No wonder people make up tales about her. I don't think I quite like it."
"How silly you are!" said Lindsay scornfully. "You might have seen a ghost!"