“That other room just like this,—are you afraid to go in there?”
“No,” answered Nell, beginning to get over her scare. But they found the door of the other room locked and looked at each other as much as to say, “Perhaps the mystery lies here.”
“Nothing hurt us anyhow, Nell, as I thought before. We’ll leave the side lights on and put that little screen I have up on a chair to keep the light out of our eyes. I haven’t heard another sound, have you?”
“No, I guess the ghosts have gotten through. What time is it, Jannet?”
Jannet looked at her wrist watch but it had stopped. “The ghosts were too much for my timepiece, Nell, but it must be ’most morning. It is about the same time, I think, that the comforter went off my bed and never did come back. I’ve always wanted to ask Paulina about it, but someway, she is so sure about ghosts that I hated to stir her up, or draw any questions. I declare, Nell, I’m different here. It’s so different!”
“I should say it is,—and yet you like this room.”
“Yes, Nell, I do, and I’m going to find out what or who does this. Maybe it’s Paulina.”
“For half a cent I’d like to see if she is in her room. Don’t you suppose she heard that moaning?”
“I don’t see how she could help it, and with our putting on and off lights all around, too.”
Jannet had scarcely stopped speaking when there was the sound of an opening door. The light went on in the hall again. “Girls,” said Paulina, “did you hear it?”