But just then a voice from above interrupted them.
“Miss Western,” it said, “do come up. This is the jolliest place of the whole house.”
So Mary ran up the staircase. Mr Morpeth was waiting for her at the top.
Chapter Sixteen.
The Haunted Room.
“Startled by her own thoughts, she looked around:
There was no fair fiend near her.”
Shelley.
It was really a very respectable attempt at a haunted room.
“Something like, isn’t it?” said Mr Morpeth, looking round him with approval, while Miss Morpeth shivered and declared she would not care to spend a night in it, and Miss Cecilia laughed at her and said she would like nothing better than to stay there till to-morrow morning, to see what was to be seen.