"No, ma'am."
"Then why couldn't you see?"
"All I could see was—" Cordelia hesitated, with an expression of the utmost horror.
"Go on," said Mrs. Townsend, impatiently.
"All I could see was the shadow of somebody, very slim, hanging out the clothes, and—"
"What?"
"I could see the shadows of the things flappin' on their line."
"You couldn't see the clothes?"
"Only the shadow on the ground."
"What kind of clothes were they?"