“No, thank you, I must get back. But there’s a dance over at Kit’s to-night—may I come and get you?” Kit was his sister, one of the first girls in Linda’s group to be married, soon after graduation from High School.
Linda hesitated, and looked inquiringly at Amy. She hated to go off and leave her alone the first night, yet obviously she could not take her.
“Yes, go, Miss Linda,” the girl urged her immediately. “I am so tired that I want to go to bed soon after supper.”
“O.K. then,” agreed Linda, as Dot and Ralph left together, and she hurried upstairs with Amy.
“Don’t call me ‘Miss Linda,’ Amy,” she said. “I’m only eighteen. And you must be fourteen, aren’t you?”
To her dismay the girl burst into tears.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know anything—Linda.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. It’ll be all right soon—everything will come back to you.”
Amy shuddered.
“Maybe it would be better to forget. I told you about the ghost—and though there isn’t anything else definite, I just have a horror of the past. It’s vague——”