Jannet almost laughed out, for Paulina in her long muslin gown looked so funny. She had thrust her feet into immense woolen slippers, wore the little shoulder shawl, and—of all things—a night-cap,—over her hair!
“Yes, Paulina, and we almost lost the coverlid, as I lost the blue comforter one night.”
“What?” asked Paulina, “that blue comforter that I put on your bed?”
“Yes. I’ve never seen it since.”
“It’s in the closet. I thought that you put it there.”
Jannet and Paulina eyed each other. Nell laughed. “It was us in the hall, with the lights on, Paulina.”
“I thought so. It was Her in your room, then, I suppose.”
“Who is she, Paulina?” asked Jannet. “Not Mother, of course.”
“No. Ask your Uncle Pieter who cries and sobs and goes through walls. Go to bed. There’ll be nothing more to-night. I’ll not call you early.”
“Thank you, Paulina. I’m going to leave on one little light.”