“No, no! It’s a case of loss of memory—after concussion. Brought on by that blow on the back of her head.”
“But why the ghost?”
“That is some memory that is vivid enough to pierce through the fog which is surrounding her past life. It is a good sign—when one fact remains, the others are more likely to follow.”
The nurse was ready to take her to her bed, when the girl uttered a wail that was pitiful to hear.
“Don’t leave me!” she begged Linda and Dot. “You are the only friends that I have in this strange world. And in the other world there is that frightful ghost!”
Impulsively, Linda bent down and kissed her affectionately. “You must let the nurse take care of you now, dear—and be a good girl. We have to get some supper. But we’ll be back to-morrow. We promise.”
“If that specter doesn’t carry me off to-night!”
“He can’t carry you away from the hospital,” replied the nurse, smilingly. “We never let ghosts into the hospital.”
“Never?”
“Absolutely not.”