“‘The more I look at it,’ I said, ‘the more I am convinced it is the same old lady.’
“‘Well,’ he returned with a laugh, ‘my old nurse used to say she was rather restless. But it’s all nonsense.’
“‘That bureau in my room looks about the same date as this furniture,’ I remarked.
“‘It used to stand just there,’ he answered, pointing to the space under the picture. ‘Well I remember with what awe we used to regard it; for they said the old lady kept her accounts at it still. We never dared touch the bundles of yellow papers in the pigeon-holes. I remember thinking Letty a very heroine once when she touched one of them with the tip of her forefinger. She had got yet more courageous by the time she had it moved into her own room.’
“‘Then that is your sister’s room I am occupying?’ I said.
“‘Yes.’
“‘I am ashamed of keeping her out of it.’
“‘Oh! she’ll do well enough.’
“‘If I were she though,’ I added, ‘I would send that bureau back to its own place.’
“‘What do you mean, Heywood? Do you believe every old wife’s tale that ever was told?’