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"Agnes, the best thing you can do is to come into the haunted room and tell us what you promised," said Hugh one evening soon after the giving out of the armour. "We could not have a better place to sit, and we shall be uninterrupted."
"I do not mind, if you all like it best," answered Agnes. "When shall we begin?"
"No time like the present," said John, laughing, and taking his sister round the waist; "we will lead the way, Agnes, and face the haunted room altogether, if need be!"
The rest soon followed; and before long all were seated by the window, where the first rays of the moon were peeping in, instead of leaving it, as they had been a few days before.
"Well, Agnes?" began Alice.
"I daresay some of you have thought of your pieces of armour since we had our other talk?" asked Agnes.
"I've thought ever so much," said Hugh.
"So have I," pursued Agnes, "and I think we had better begin in the order in which we find the list in Ephesians. Who is it who has the coat of Mail—Truth? 'Loins girt about with truth'?"
"That is my piece of armour," answered Alice. "What have you to tell us about that, Agnes?"