“And he slept in this bed?” said Elva, timidly laying her hand upon the sacred relic.
“Yes, miss, but I wouldn’t touch the quilt, if I was you. Bless you, it would go to pieces if you were to handle it!”
“I would make a bonfire of every unhealthy mess in this room, if it were mine!” said Wynnette.
The housekeeper looked at her in silent horror.
They lingered some time in “the pretender’s room.”
As they were leaving it, Wynnette said, at random:
“And now show us the haunted chamber, please.”
The housekeeper stopped short, turned pale and stared at the speaker.
“Who told you anything about the haunted room?” she inquired.
“Nobody did,” replied Wynnette, staring in her turn.