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"Henry!" she cried. "Please come down here at once."
"I can't. I'm only half shaved," I answered.
"Never mind that," she returned. "Come at once."
So, with the lather on one cheek and a cut on the other, I went below.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Look at that!" she said, pointing to my grandmother's hair-sofa, which stood in the hall just outside of my library door.
It had been black when we last saw it, but as I looked I saw that a great change had come over it.
It had turned white in a single night!
Now I can't account for this strange incident, nor can any one else, and I do not intend to try. It is too awful a mystery for me to attempt to penetrate, but the sofa is there in proof of all that I have said concerning it, and any one who desires can call and see it at any time. It is not necessary for them to see me; they need only ask to see the sofa, and it will be shown.