“What did the letter say?” Penny inquired, without answering Mrs. Hodges’ question. She knew that her true opinion would not please the woman.
“It wasn’t rightly a letter,” the seamstress returned. “The envelope contained six silver dollars fitted into a stiff piece of cardboard.”
“We figured it was another sign,” contributed Mr. Hodges. “Six raps on the wall—six dollars.”
“I wish some ghost would come and pound all night long on my bedroom door,” remarked Penny lightly.
“Penelope, you shouldn’t speak so disrespectfully,” Mrs. Weems reproved in a mild voice.
“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to,” said Penny, composing her face. “What else has happened of a supernatural nature?”
“Why, nothing yet,” Mrs. Hodges admitted. “But Pa and I have had a feeling as if something important were about to take place. And now Maud inherits six thousand dollars!”
“There was nothing psychic about that,” said Mrs. Weems. “Cousin David had no close relatives so he left the money to me.”
The seamstress shook her head, and an ethereal light shone in her eyes.
“Night before last when I went to bed I was thinking that I wished with all my heart something nice would happen to you, Maud. Now it’s come to pass!”