Mrs. Barnes did not wait to be urged. She put her arm about the young lady's waist and together they tiptoed back to Thankful's bedroom. There, Mrs. Barnes's first move was to light the lamp, the second to close and lock the door. Then the pair sat down, one upon the bed and the other on a chair, and gazed into each other's pale faces.
Emily was the first to speak.
“I—I don't believe it!” she declared, shakily. “I KNOW it isn't real!”
“So—so do I.”
“But—but we heard it. We both heard it.”
“Well—well, I give in I—I heard somethin', somethin' that. . . . My soul! Am I goin' CRAZY to finish off this night with?”
“I don't know. If you are, then I must be going with you. What can it be, Auntie?”
“I don't know.”
“There is no other door to that room, is there?”
“No.”