“Please give me back—my—my—dress,” replied the voice in hesitating tones.
“Eh? what?” cried our hero, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “What did you say? Your dress?”
“If you please,” continued the voice pleadingly, “the article you found on the shore of the lake yesterday—it is mine. Pray return it to me.”
“Oh!” said Bob, “why, that was a lady’s——”
“I know it,” rejoined the voice quickly. “Oh dear. It is mine. I am a lady.”
“Pray wait one moment, madam, and I will strike a light.” [[293]]
“It is useless. You cannot see me, I am invisible,” replied the voice.
“Indeed!” ejaculated Bob, “that is a pity. However, I will return to you what I found upon one condition.”
“What condition?”
“Tell me who you are.”