“It must have been your imagination, for there certainly is nothing to be seen.”
“Well, I know there was one.”
“How did it look, was it large or small, a man, woman or child?”
“Oh, I don’t know; I was so scared that I didn’t stop to see. I jest see the flutter of something white, and the strangest laugh that ever you heard.”
“Yes, I heard the laugh myself, but it must have been some one belonging to the farm.”
“Well, I jest don’t know what to do; it don’t seem to me that I can stay down here to cook the dinner. I shall jest shake from head to foot. Why, I never was so scared in all my life.”
Miss Elsworth smiled at Mrs. Morris’s foolishness, and after a moment’s reflection, she said:
“If you are so badly frightened I will remain downstairs until after dinner, and keep watch around while you are at work.”
“Oh, dear, I’ll be a thousand times obliged to you if you will.”
Miss Elsworth passed the morning in looking about the house, and wandering through the old garden, where the flowers and weeds grew so closely together.