"I must ask you not to lock the door. It is my room as well as yours."
No answer. Kathleen's eyes were fixed on the window; they were brimful of mischief. After a time she said:
"Darling."
"I wish you wouldn't talk to me in that silly way."
"I do wish—"
Kathleen suddenly sprang upright on her bed.
"Don't you like the sky when it looks as it does now? I wish you could see it from Carrigrohane. You don't know the sort of expression it has when it seems to be kissing the sea. We have a ghost at Carrigrohane. Oh, wisha, then, if you only could see it! I can tell the boys about it. Sha'n't I make them creep?"
"It is very silly to talk about ghosts. Nobody believes in them," said Alice.
"I'll ask father if I may have you at Carrigrohane in the summer, and then see if you don't believe. She wears white."