The “Woman in Black” angrily pulled away and disappeared down the hall. Evelyn leaned up against the wall and looked after her, while Hilary moved toward her, saying gently, in little more than a whisper, “Evelyn.”
“Is that you, Hilary?” asked Evelyn, in evident relief. “Did you see that performance? I suppose Louise has been out to meet that precious brother of hers. That is why she is staging the ghost act. How do you happen to be on hand?”
“I woke up and perishing with thirst, or was. I declare I was so taken by surprise that I forgot what I was up for.”
“It’s that ham, that grand baked ham we had for suppeh. I was so thihsty too, that I just had to have a drink and we forget to get any watch for the room, as we usually do.”
“So did we.”
“I happened to think about the ghost stories after I was in the hall, and put on speed just in time to run into the actual ghost! Honestly, I’m shaking all oveh!”
“You did not act afraid.”
“I wasn’t. No ghost is as solid as what I ran into.” Evelyn chuckled. “It was the shock, and being afraid that I would meet a ghost, a real one.”
“Do you still believe in that kind?”
“I must say that my faith is shaken. Didn’t Louise look like the real thing though as she disappeared?”