"Jet! Is that you?"
The silence of the grave continued; until at last the calling of my brother awoke his companion in the other bed.
"What is the matter, John?" I heard him ask.
"Why, some one has unlocked our door and entered, and I can't make them speak; but shoot me if I don't find them out!" said my brother, jumping out of bed and beginning to strike a light.
"You have been dreaming."
"Have I? Look there, then!"
"Well, I see the door is open; but you probably forgot to lock it."
"I'll make sure of it now, then," said John, banging the door violently, locking it with a resonant force and proceeding to search for the supposed intruder. Of course the search was fruitless, and, with many grumbles and threats, he went back to bed.
My brother had not seen the supernatural visitant to his room, who, go where she might, appeared only to me.
While turning these things over in my mind, again I heard John's lock turn and his door swing open, and almost simultaneously his voice called out: