“Did you call me before—before”—she was excited and eager.
“Why, yes”—smiled her mother. “I said, 'Alice—Alice!'”
“It was not that—no, that was not the way it sounded,” she said as they led her into the house.
CHAPTER XI
THE CASKET AND THE GHOST
Richard Travis could not sleep that night—why, he could not tell.
After he returned from Westmoreland, Mammy Charity brought him his cocktail, and tidied up his room, and beat up the feathers in his pillows and bed—for she believed in the old-fashioned feather-bed and would have no other kind in the house.