"Yes, it is I."
"But is you alibe?"
"Yes, I'm alive."
"Is you sure?"
"I am hungry and mad! That should make me sure."
"—Mad 'long o' me, Miss Sybil?"
"Yes; mad with you for being such a fool!"
"But I thought you was a ghostess!"
"Bosh! you haven't as much sense as little Nelly!" exclaimed Sybil, affecting more anger than she really felt.
"But an't you dead?" mysteriously inquired Joe, gazing at the pale face of his mistress, now very pale indeed through all that she had suffered. "An't you really dead, Miss Sybil?"