WALBURGA
I was frightened because the chimney of the lamp was still quite hot to the touch.
MRS. JOHN
That's right. That there lamp was burnin' 'an' I put it out jus' a minute ago. [She lifts up the chimney.] It don't burn me; my hands is hard. [She lights the wick.] Well, now we has light. Now I lit it again. What's the danger here? I don' see nothin'.
WALBURGA
But you do look like a ghost, Mrs. John.
MRS. JOHN
How do you say I looks?
WALBURGA
Oh, it just seems so when one comes out of the vivid sunlight into the darkness, into these musty holes. It seems as though one were surrounded by ghosts.